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| The Vidit of Light | Mar 28 2013, 01:27 AM Post #2776 |
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Paris streets Didymus felt a bout of sympathy for Orland for some reason-maybe it's because after a fight a soldier, he felt, should be DRINKING from his canteen, not dumping it out on his head. Still, these changes did seem to make Orland blend in. A little bit more. He still had a tendency to stand out, but at least now not necessairly in a manner that would attract stares. He began walking along, taking note of his companions...Aiden, Alice's trope...Alice herself...if what he had seen tonight was any indication, she was quite a likeable gal... He was quiet as they went, though, keeping his eyes on alert for threats... US Embassy? "Even you cannot escape visions." a voice came to Snake. If he hadn't already, Snake may have gotten the feeling he wasn't alone... |
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| GoldenSama | Mar 28 2013, 03:35 PM Post #2777 |
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[Paris Streets] Alice was quiet as they walked through the streets, and she was obviously very tense. Her body was stiff and she constantly looked in all directions for the slightest hint of a threat. There did not appear to be any. “I don’t think anyone else will come after us.” Orland said, breaking the silence. “The Nazis won’t want to make too big of a stink on the streets of Paris. The hit team was probably all they sent after us.” Alice remembered something. “Orland, did you neutralize the entire team?” “Yes ma’am.” Orland replied. “… including the drivers of the cars?” Alice added. Orland stopped dead in his tracks and his enormous face turned stark white. He slumped his shoulders, and looked disappointed in himself. “… No ma’am. By the time I had all six of them down, the drivers had fled. I’m sorry to say I forgot about them. Left the cars behind, so they must have run off on foot.” Alice shook her head. “It’s alright. You did a great job as it is. Still… two drivers on foot won’t be much of a threat, but they’ll probably report to their bosses quickly and the Nazis may try again.” [US Embassy] Snake struggled in his unconsciousness, trying desperately to shake the voices from his mind… to no avail. |
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| The Vidit of Light | Mar 28 2013, 04:33 PM Post #2778 |
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Paris streets Didymus found the concept somewhat...amusing, perhaps? He imagined that Orland tearing through six combatants and scaring off the drivers...yeah, he could imagine it would be scary for them. He remained quiet, except for something else. "Though this may not be the appropriate place for such conversations...I do have questions, but perhaps they are best saved..." he said. US Embassy The voice went on. "You're not truely asleep, my dear..." A shape twisted in front of Snake. The Boss, again. "What do you think of all this? Isn't it FUN?" she asked. |
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| AGodofIrony | Mar 28 2013, 05:00 PM Post #2779 |
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-Paris Streets- Aiden walked along with the group, knowing she was the odd one out, without any real combat training. Her dad had taught her some basics, but nothing like the rest of them... “Would...I still be able to come along to the Embassy?” Aiden asked after a moment, “I mean...I'm not American, so I understand if I can't...” She really wanted to be able to come along though. |
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| Crystal Rose | Mar 31 2013, 05:09 PM Post #2780 |
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New York City Samara stared at her hands as she was charged with Blake's electricity...She flickered with darkness but she managed to stay tangible..."It feels funny..." she whimpered... Samara had more power than she had ever had before now...She felt really powerful. The girl grinned suddenly, closing her eyes and transforming once more into the woman form from before. She instantly went over to the door and opened it, facing Melanie and Galv. "Hello" she said, blasting them back into the wall. Probably not what Blake was expecting. [...] From downstairs Jason heard the commotion. Instantly he turned to Solanna and Erin. "Stay here!" Fisk’s Apartment Crystal nodded, out of breath but focused on keeping Fisk alive. She wasn't sure she could fix all the burns, but she could manage to keep his heart beating... "Call Jeremie, tell him to send an ambulance but not the NYPD....The CIA will need to handle Coldman so that we're able to talk to him when he wakes up..." |
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| GoldenSama | Mar 31 2013, 06:34 PM Post #2781 |
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[Paris] [US Embassy] Soon, Oliver and Adrianna arrived at the Embassy’s front gate. Oliver was still worried about the microfilm they had been asked to deliver. He frowned as they approached the gate. “Adrianna… this whole thing just feels weird to me. I get the feeling we stumbled onto something big.” Hahaha… […] Snake closed his eyes. He started to shake his head. “None of this is real. I’m ashamed at myself for taking so long to realize it. I trained with The Sorrow. And I’m done letting you play mind games with me.” [Paris Streets] “Of course you are.” Alice said to Aiden, even though it wasn’t really her place to speak for the Americans. “We’re all in grave danger. The Embassy is the only safe place… at least I HOPE it’s safe.” Randall frowned. “We’ll be fine, ma’am.” [New York City] [Fisk’s Apartment] “You got it!” Sama called to Crystal. Then he rushed over to the phone and dialed the number for the secret CIA office. Now he just needed Jeremie to answer the phone… and hopefully not hang up when he heard Sama’s voice. |
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| Dark Phazon | Mar 31 2013, 07:46 PM Post #2782 |
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Paris Marco nodded, as Nanami answered, and he tried to find his way to a hotel that had a bit of distance from the US embassy, as well as the hotel they all were supposed to go to. Under these circumstances, he indeed WAS a bit unhappy with this idea, even if definitely was the way to go. Marco had used up a lot of his stock of supplies from his briefcase, and couldn't 'reload', essentially, until he got back to the rest of the stuff he brought with him to Paris. Eventually, they found one. ((and I can't really go farther with this because only GS knows where he wants to go with this situation )) |
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| The Vidit of Light | Mar 31 2013, 08:25 PM Post #2783 |
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US Embassy “None of this is real. I’m ashamed at myself for taking so long to realize it. I trained with The Sorrow. And I’m done letting you play mind games with me.” The figure shifted, until it was shadowy and amorphous again, and spoke. "Oh, but the Sorrow was so...very...limited." it said. "What could he do but bring up the PAST?" The corpses of German soldiers surrounded Snake-much like in the Sorrow's visions, shambling toward Snake... "...what if I gave you but a single glimpse of something that your kind goes to such GREAT lengths to know?" It paused. "Tell me, you who do not fear the past...what do you think of the future? What if I were to tell you that all THIS-" it gestured at the corpses shambling towards, now reaching for Snake-"-was for naught? If I could SHOW you?" it asked. US Embassy "Well, here we are." Didymus said. He noticed Oliver and Adrianna. "Hm, so we aren't the only ones who found something...as for the embassy's safety...yes, I imagine more so than most places in the city..." he said. A guard approached, and Didymus began taking out his ID... |
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| GoldenSama | Apr 3 2013, 04:49 PM Post #2784 |
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[Paris] [US Embassy] Snake looked up at the figure. It was shadowy, and no longer looked like The Boss. Snake shook his head, clutching at his injured stomach. (Or at least, it seemed that way, since all of this is in Snake’s unconscious mind). “… Maybe it was for naught…” Snake muttered. “… and maybe it will be again…” Oliver slipped away from Adrianna’s side and approached one of the guards. He showed him something from his pocket, and the guard nodded and unlocked the gate. Oliver turned back to Adrianna. “Come on, then. Let’s go inside.” Alice, stayed back with her people. Some of them looked uneasy. Alice, however, stood confidently with her arms crossed. [Hotel] Nanami quickly paid for a room and hurried Marco to it. She shut the door and locked it, and then used a chair to barricade it by the handle. Nanami peered out the window for a moment, searching the skyline. Sure enough, she saw the small sight of buzzing bugs in the sky. “They’re looking for us.” Nanami said, turning around to Marco with a frown. “Damn it. I screwed up. We shouldn’t have gone there.” She sighed and dropped down into one of the chairs. |
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| The Vidit of Light | Apr 4 2013, 08:20 PM Post #2785 |
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US Embassy The figure only...smiled, if a shadowy, amorphous form could smile, before speaking. "Don't worry about your stomach, this is but a...vision...though maybe I WILL leave a mark on you..." it said. "...anyway, it IS for naught. Why exactly did you kill? For peace? That war only laid the seeds of a new one, more horrible than before...for your friends, and allies? You know what happened to them. For country?" The figure paused. "...you may want to ask someone ELSE in your little troupe about country. He'd have MUCH to say..." it said, "...or I would, if you'd listen..." it added, and now it seemed to be...beckoning. "Whaddya say, Big Boss? Want to gain knowledge to put your sight above that of the common man?" it offered. [...] Outside, Didymus and Alice and company were allowed in, and one of the guards reported something else. "Sir, one of your teammates is in the infirmary. He's been sedated, but...he's...still...under stress. As if something counteracted the drug's full effects. He...doesn't look good." "What?" Didymus asked. "...what do you mean?" "He became violent and seemed to be unresponsive to our comments, acting as though he couldn't hear us even as we sat there and spoke to him face-to-face..." the guard went on. Didymus paused, reflecting on this. "...what was wrong with him?" "All we could tell apart from that is that he had some sort of stabbing wound, but otherwise, he doesn't feel right...something was creepy about him-more so than before..." "Strange..." Didymus said. "...can I see him?" Towns had approached. "Perhaps you'd best..." he said. |
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| AGodofIrony | Apr 5 2013, 11:45 AM Post #2786 |
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New York City -Hawkins' House- “No!” Blake yelled, getting up as Samara made herself look older, attacking his parents. He held up his hands, focusing, trying to draw the power back from Samara, taking it away... “You can't hurt my parents!” “What's wrong?” Erin wondered, shivering as it got colder. With Jason running up the stairs, Erin moved closer to her daughter, who was also a source of warmth. -Safe House- “So...what are we going to do about the Nazis?” Ethan asked, looking towards Kanna, Rica, and Samuel. “We need to show them that messing with us is a bad idea,” Samuel said, “Hit them hard, and repeatedly...” Paris -Embassy- Aiden stayed quiet, following along with the others for now. Because I completely forgot what I was doing with Jenny, she returned to the embassy, and was helping to tend Snake, if that's okay. XDX |
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| Crystal Rose | Apr 5 2013, 04:26 PM Post #2787 |
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Paris US Embassy Adrianna blinked as Oliver walked past her and up to the guard. She couldn't see what the boy was showing him, but somehow it got them through the gates without any questioning. Adrianna quickly joined the boy, taking his arm. "What did you do?" she asked, brow raised "You're not even American and you got into the Embassy in less than a minute!" She was impressed. And suspicious. But mostly impressed. New York City Safe House "Yeah...Hit them, and then watch when they blow us up" Kanna said, twirling a glass of wine in her hands with a bored expression on her face. "I worked for them...Sort off....I know how they work. The second they get a chance to strike we'll be dead. Especially if Hitler hears about some American vigilantes trying to stop his regime." Despite working (and sleeping) with a lot of Nazis Kanna had never met the Furher...But she had heard a lot of things about him. She knew, even in America, they were not safe from his wrath. Hawkins' House "But they want me to go away....Which means they want you gone too" Samara said, looking back at Blake for a moment "I won't let that happen-" The moment of distraction was all Melanie needed to throw several blasts of darkness at Samara, trying to the shadow-woman with her power. Samara gave a shriek, as she was being pulled forward, instantly making another large blast of her own powered by electricity and darkness! She instantly shot it at Melanie! Fisk’s Apartment There was a short pause on the phone, then a bit of ringing before someone finally picked up. The concerned voice of Jeremie Belpois was on the other end. Apparently he had been waiting for Crystal to call. "Crystal? Is that you!? Are you okay?!" He probably didn't much care how Sama was... |
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| GoldenSama | Apr 5 2013, 05:03 PM Post #2788 |
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[New York City] [Safe House] Rica leaned against one of the barrels of wine and crossed his arms. His sunglasses had slipped down the brim of his nose, and his creepy gray eyes were peering out from over the tops of them. “… Not necessarily, Kanna.” Rica looked over to her and smirked. “Don’t get me wrong. We can’t take down the entire country of Germany on our own… but we don’t have to.” “The Nazis have a handful of powerful and influential leaders. If we could kill them… the regime would collapse on itself. We kill the Fuhrer and everyone in his inner circle and let the Nazis tear themselves apart in an internal power struggle.” Easier said than done. [Fisk’s Apartment] “She’s fine. So am I.” Sama reported on the phone, annoyed as always with Jeremie. “But we have a problem. Fisk is near-death, he was attacked by some crazy bald guy named Hot Coldman. Apparently he works for you CIA guys.” That was an understatement. Coldman was an important man. “Look, get an ambulance to Fisk’s apartment and a get us backup.” [Paris] [US Embassy] Alice spotted Towns and immediately walked over. “You’re the Ambassador, aren’t you? My name is Alice Malvin. I believe I have some information your country needs to know.” Oliver paused, frowning to Adrianna. He knew he was busted, and now he knew he had to explain. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “Come with me.” Oliver said, and he took her by the hand and pulled her into the Embassy and into one of the empty rooms. He closed the door behind him and made sure that no one else was in the room. “… Please don’t get mad.” Oliver sighed. “The truth is… it wasn’t an accident that I bumped into you in New York. I told you I was a pilot with the RAF, and that’s true, I was… but… now I work for MI5, British Military Intelligence. I’ve been working with the United States on a few matters.” Oliver had a feeling she was going to be mad. Snake looked up to the shadowy figure and simply sighed. “… I did what I had to do for my country. I’m a soldier, it’s what I do. Now I’ve had just about enough of you…” Snake turned his back to the figure. “So just leave me alone… or let me die… but either way, shut the hell up…” |
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| The Vidit of Light | Apr 6 2013, 12:29 AM Post #2789 |
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US Embassy Didyums was lead to the infirmary, and Towns raised an eyebrow at Alice. "...yes? What exactly is it?" [...] Jenny was in the room looking at Snake now, and the figure sighed before speaking. "You did what you had to, and yet it's all for naught, and yet you don't care? Alright..." it said. It moved close to Snake, and he would have felt hands touching him...soft hands. "But you're leading me into this." another voice. Jenny's. "Is that okay? That you've made ME a killer, that you're throwing ME to the wolves? Will you pull me into the pit you're digging, too?" the figure had taken on Jenny's likeness now... |
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| Dark Phazon | Apr 6 2013, 07:53 PM Post #2790 |
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Hotel Marco sighed as Nanami started to complain about having 'messed up', as he set his briefcase on the bed, and flipped it open. "We learned this city has some fans of that Snake guy, and we're still alive, so I'll take that as not turning out that bad," he then answered Nanami's pessimism, while pulling out a couple rolls of gauze and a few other basic first-aid stuff. Marco was prepared with a little bit of just about everything, in his briefcase. He then tossed one of them to Nanami, before stumbling his way over to one of the chairs in the room, himself, and then started to work on cleaning up and dressing his injured legs. "You seem to know a lot more about those guys than I do, though, so... What's their deal?" he then asked, before wincing from some of the rubbing alcohol he was using to clean his wounds. Edited by Dark Phazon, Apr 6 2013, 07:53 PM.
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