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Post by PFA on Jan 12, 2009 18:14:22 GMT -5
Larissa unfortunately doesn't have the superhuman ability to dodge a speeding bullet. At least it wasn't a fatal blow--it only hit her in the shoulder.
It was still really painful though.
"Aah!" she grunted, dropping her wand as a sharp pain rang through her arm. She clasped the wound, which was now starting to bleed, and attempted to bend down and pick the wand back up. It was rather tricky, however, with a bleeding arm. What kind of horrible attack can be this painful? she wondered, having never had encountered a gun before.
When she managed to pick up the wand, Larissa gratefully noted that the attackers on the roof seemed to be leaving... and a new group of people seemed to be taking care of the dogs. So she took the opportunity to let her mind race--did the Wand have the ability to cast healing spells?
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Rank noticed that the room he was in wasn't in the best of shape. The walls and ceiling, and... well, everything was falling apart. He assumed this meant the building had been abandoned. Who had been here before, he wondered, and why did they leave?
He picked up the least splintery piece of wood he could find. It was long enough to be used like a very crude sword, though how well it would hold up against attackers was questionable. Rank decided that it would have to do, unless he could find anything better.
Taking the wood with him, he started looking further into the building, noting that some other people seemed to be entering the building as well. There was no time for introductions, however, so he continued despite their presence.
Rank headed to the stairs in the back of the room. He looked at them questioningly, then cautiously put his foot on the first step. The wood underneath creaked dangerously, and as soon as he put some weight into the step, the stair gave way, and he promptly backed off.
"Well, I guess we're not going upstairs," he said to himself and anyone who happened to be listening.
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Post by Arista on Jan 12, 2009 18:25:30 GMT -5
Name: Gilbert Weillschmidt or Prussia From: Axis Power Hetalia Race: Country Weapon: sword Description: young, sly, does not get along with some of the other nations that he knows Prussia sat in the empty room of the abandoned building. He had been chased by beasts and had found shelter in a second floor room. He was just nodding off when he heard gun shots outside. Sitting up stright, he listened as hard as he could. Someone seemed to come in somewhere beneath him. He struggled to his feet. Somewhere ahead was a stair case and he made a bee line for it. The beasts couldn't open doors, right? So they won't be able to get inside the closed door that Prussia had barred when he had first entered. He found the stairs and hurried down to see who it was.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2009 19:27:53 GMT -5
Gwen fired again and the last of the dogs crumpled to the ground. She paused, took a deep breath to steady herself and then followed the others who had started down the street towards the other group. There was a silent agreement between the Torchwood members that they would keep their weapons out just in case the other group were as hostile as Curly had first been. The Doctor, on the other hand, walked brisquely and confidently towards the mangled remains of the robot-like creature that had fallen from the rooftop.
He pulled out his sonic screwdriver, ignoring Jack who was asking him how he got here, where here was and where the TARDIS was and if it might take them all home.
"It's a Cyborg," he said more to himself. For some reason that the Doctor couldn't quite put his finger on, he was nervous of the cyborg or perhaps what the cybrog represented.
Owen spotted the girl holding a little piece of wood and saw that she had been shot. "Here," he said, holding his hand out to her. He didn't have any medical supplies but he wasn't a good doctor because of technology. He didn't much feel like helping a stranger in this situation but the people seemed friendly enough considering that they had just been attacked.
"I'm Owen and I'm a doctor," he said, glancing sideways at the strange man, "Not The Doctor though,"
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Post by Amneiger on Jan 12, 2009 19:51:37 GMT -5
((Sarn - I don't think either cyborg fell off the roof, unless they were pushed. And M-286 is the designation of the individual cyborg, not a model number.
Edit: Edited.))
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Post by Omni on Jan 12, 2009 19:58:53 GMT -5
((Amnei: S'okay. Sorry if the way I pointed it out was embarrassing or anything.
Sarn: I think you got the cyborgs confused. M-286 walked away okay, T-113 is the one that took a lot of damage and slipped into the shadows.
*posts before editing in the RP part*
EDIT: *made a whole other post instead*))
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Post by Elcie on Jan 12, 2009 20:00:23 GMT -5
Italy barely had a chance to greet Germany before the man was off again, trying to find a weapon. While he was still sputtering indignantly, Austria shoved firmly against his back and forced him into the building. "I need a weapon," Austria said softly. "You stay under cover."
"Why do I have to--" Italy began to protest, but fresh gunfire made him cringe. "Okay."
Austria and Hungary went to the door, watching the battle from the relative safety of the building, and when the metallic creature fell from the roof it was Austria who strode out to investigate. "What bizarre weaponry," he murmured, examining it and realizing it was not organic. He glanced over at the other man who was taking a close look at it. "A... cyborg, it's called?" he said. None of the weapons the robot was equipped with seemed familiar to him at all, but there seemed to be grenades, which were fairly straightforward. He scavenged these, feeling at least better able to protect himself now.
((*sees the other posts* ...err... oops. xD;; My post doesn't make sense now. Can we, er, just pretend there were grenades? XDD))
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Post by Amneiger on Jan 12, 2009 20:05:35 GMT -5
((*looks at other posts* *thinks about it* On the other hand, minions are disposable. *goes to edit last RP post to push M-286 off the roof*))
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Post by Elcie on Jan 12, 2009 20:12:22 GMT -5
((Th-this makes my life easier. :3 Or rather, it makes Austria's life easier... Thank you xDDD))
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Post by PFA on Jan 12, 2009 20:40:07 GMT -5
Larissa's thoughts were interrupted when a man with brown hair walked up to her, offering her his hand. "I'm Owen and I'm a doctor," he said. "Not The Doctor though."
"Oh, thanks," Larissa replied, forcing a smile out through the pain. She took her hand away from her wound, so she could take Owen's hand, but paused upon noting that her hand was now covered in blood. "Um..."
She wasn't sure she wanted to get blood all over the guy's hand, but then he said he was a doctor, so maybe he wouldn't have cared... unsure, she held out her hand toward Owen, clearly indicating that it had blood on it. If he wanted to take it anyway, then he'd be able to, but if he didn't, he could proceed with whatever else he was going to do.
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Post by Omni on Jan 12, 2009 20:45:34 GMT -5
((…Eh, I'll just make another post instead of editing.))
Axl's eyes widened. "Wait, that's a cyborg?"
Cinnamon paused, a bit confused. "What's a cyborg?"
"A cyborg isn't a robot, at least not entirely. A cyborg is basically technology fused with… a human."
Now it was Cinnamon's turn to be surprised. "H-human?! You mean…? …It's not your fault, you didn't know!"
"I know… But still."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2009 21:01:45 GMT -5
((I finally decided to participate. Short intro post of failure.)) Name: The Swedish Chef From: The Muppet Show Race: Puppet Gender: Male Main weapon: A boome-shooten (rifle). Other weapons/abilities: Can cook, also has a cake smoosher which is used for smooshing cakes. Description: A puppet that talks in barely coherent sentences. Has a habit of saying 'Bork.' Not much is known about The Swedish Chef, other than that. Wears a chef's hat, and has a puffy mustache and eyebrows. Name: Baba O'Riley From: Who's Next Race: Song Gender: Male? Main Weapon: Deafening loudness. Other weapons/abilities: Not much. Description: Somewhat of a rebel, dislikes fighting and war. Is optimistic, but not overly. Speech tends to sound like simple chords that sound like words. "Bork bork bork." "Shut up, Swedish Chef!" O'Riley looked out the window carefully, to see if there was going to be any more gunfire. Gunfire. The sound of death. The horrible sound he wanted to silence. Fortunately, there was no more. O'Riley saw figures that didn't look like they would try and shoot him. "Hey! HEY!" He tried to bring attention to himself. Was it working?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2009 23:49:30 GMT -5
(sorry if I messed it up, just tell me what, if anything, to change?)
"Oh, thanks," said the young girl,"Um..." Owen saw the blood on her hand but was more concerned with the wound on her shoulder. He took her hand and led her gently to the side where he sat her down against a wall and started tearing strips from his shirt, all the while wondering how she would react when he had to locate and extract the bullet.
Meanwhile the Doctor looked up at the group accross from him.
"A cyborg isn't a robot, at least not entirely. A cyborg is basically technology fused with… a human."
The Doctor flinched internally, remembering the cybermen.
"Its been damaged too badly to do anything but I think it might still have some working circuits. I don't think its dead."
Tosh bent down by the Doctor and inspected the technology while Ianto froze at the mention of a robot human. Gwen put her arm around his waist but he seemed not to notice and Jack was too preocupied with everyone else.
"Alright!" he called out, "does anyone belong here? Where is here and how did we get here?" The Doctor looked up. It was time for some answers.
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Post by Arista on Jan 13, 2009 15:49:34 GMT -5
Prussia took the stairs carefully. He had already broken three when he went up them, and he didn't want to break any more on the way down. When he got close to the bottom, he looked around to see if he knew any of the people in the room. There were only a few people, none he recognized immediately till he saw a group of people walk in.
"Germany? Italy? Austria? Hungry?" He stared. What were they doing here? Not to mention Hungry with her frying pan. He jumped the last few steps.
Ludwig looked up at the mention of his name. "Prussia? What are you doing here?"
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Post by Omni on Jan 14, 2009 1:42:45 GMT -5
"Hey! HEY!"
Cinnamon looked over. "Hey! There's someone over there!"
Before she finished her sentence, Axl was already running off to that other person. "Hey… you're not in league with those guys, are you?"
He said this with a pointed finger and a slightly-suspicious expression. It didn't occur to him to put away the gun.
"Its been damaged too badly to do anything but I think it might still have some working circuits. I don't think its dead."
Cinnamon breathed a sigh of relief at this.
"Alright! does anyone belong here? Where is here and how did we get here?"
"Not me or Axl." Cinnamon looked at the cyborg. "Maybe… Maybe he knows something. I could try to heal it… not enough for it to attack again. Then we could ask. I don't know if it will work, but I can try!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2009 3:06:49 GMT -5
"Not me or Axl." said the metallic woman, "Maybe… Maybe he knows something. I could try to heal it… not enough for it to attack again. Then we could ask. I don't know if it will work, but I can try!"
Jack nodded at her while the Doctor stood up, his brow furrowed. "Maybe this could work but in case it doesn't, I think we should all have our weapons ready," Jack told the group at large. It was in his nature to assume authority ever since he had taken over control of the freelance Torchwood.
"Cyborgs generally have programming that compels them to answer any question put to them. This one might be the same?" mused Tosh.
The Doctor watched the cyborg. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he said quietly.
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