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Post by Michael Faith on Dec 16, 2010 19:01:05 GMT -5
Michael looked at the bomb, 18 minutes left. "Cut the red wire it works in the movies." he said with a laugh.
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Post by Tekka King on Dec 16, 2010 19:43:47 GMT -5
Tekka blinked. "I thought it was the blue wire that you cut..." She muttered, prying open the back of the bomb. What she saw made her twitch. Instead of being the classic one-or-two wire contraptions seen in movies, her eyes were assaulted by a massive number of red wires and a few blue ones interspersed here or there. "...We are so dead..." She muttered, collapsing and staring up at the ceiling silently. She rose after a moment and looked to Mike. "Any famous last words my friend?" Her voice was dry and her eyes were reflecting her inner self laughing in fear with a mere sparkle.
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Post by Michael Faith on Dec 16, 2010 19:56:37 GMT -5
Michael smiled, as he thought of something to say. He clear his throat, "How about, I'm not dieing today." he said. He pushed the bomb towards him using his good leg, and then picked it up and placed it on his knees(a small groan came from him at this). "Let's see what do we know about are twisted Game Freak?" he asked Tekka. "Well I'll answer that for you. He likes to play games, he hates rigged games, and he hears voices. Yet he's smart, picking up on small things." Michael paused and looked at the time. 10 minutes left, "So why make the bomb hard? If he knew we'd freak out over the many wires?" going off on a limb Michael continued his talk. 8 minutes left, "He's tricking us, trying to make us give up and die. Well I like games to, I duel for God sakes. Now..." 4 minutes left.
"He's got a plan for when he disarm, I know I'm talking to much, but I wanna make this cool. You know my last words." 2 minutes left. He then pulled from his pocket the card Zombie World. "Don't fail me now." he said, 45 seconds left. Michael took the card, and placed it over a random wire. "Well Tekka, looks like we..." 5 seconds left. He then cut the wire and the clock stopped "Win"
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Post by Tekka King on Dec 16, 2010 22:32:05 GMT -5
Tekka glanced at the bomb with wide eyes. Her gaze flicked to Michael to the bomb and back again. A wide grin spreading across her face. "I'd kiss you if I didn't have a boyfriend, you weren't holding a volatile explosive, and if you weren't bleeding out onto th-" She blinked. "Shit, you got shot!" And just like that the elation balloon was popped.
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Post by locke on Dec 16, 2010 22:33:22 GMT -5
Locke continued to look down at the little brat. He had a hidden weapon of some sort; that much was clear by the way he had reached down. It was probably a gun, which made her internally ready to dodge.
"If you're waiting for your friends, and you're sitting here with a bloodstained sword and telling me thay're disarming something..." the albino pieced together. "Yeah, I'm gonna have to call shenanigans on this. In other words, I'm going in there, because it can't be good news."
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Post by Michael Faith on Dec 16, 2010 22:51:01 GMT -5
Michael laughed painfully, "I got lucky. Nothing but that." he said, taking the bomb from his knees and putting down. He looked at his knees and saw blood flowing everywhere. "Do me a favor though......Tell the bastard I.....win." he said. Michael could feel his breathing slowing down. "You wouldn't mind going to get the first aid kit."
Foster looked at the girl he then looked at his watch. Time was up and the place hadn't gone boom. "Looks like they won...." he muttered. Looking back up at the girl, Foster pulled his sword from his back. "Come now, you don't wanna go in their. Actually you can if you want to, your already a part of level 2. Give those little guys this." from his pocket Michael pulled a letter from his pocket. "Tell them if they don't come to the place listed. I'll really start to have fun. Oh by the way, you don't have to show but the way I left Michael I'm sure Tekka will need all the help she can get" with that Foster walked heading towards the spot of level.
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Post by locke on Dec 17, 2010 12:34:37 GMT -5
Locke took the envelope, quite puzzled. So, this little psycho was playing some sort of sick game, eh? At this point, the albino was at a crossroads. On one hand, she could pursue the boy and kick his ass, thereby delivering him a swift Game Over. On the other hand, didn't he mention Tekka? After meeting the little sister of her best friend, Locke had saved the tiny thief's ass a couple times. With a sigh, the Briton headed into the Allure.
"Guess I might as well make a habit of it..." she groaned. "Ah, well... There'll be plenty of time to give that little git a good spanking when we find him."
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Post by Tekka King on Dec 17, 2010 22:34:05 GMT -5
Tekka nodded and headed out the door in search of medical equipment only to ram headlong into the slightly familiar albino form of Erin. She took a large step back, and bid a hasty hello and explanation. "HeyErin, doyouknowwherethefirstaidis? No? Thoughtnot, I'lljustcheckoverhterebye!" Her speech was faster than her hands typically were and she practically flew out of the room to retrieve the first aid kit. The phones here had some special activation code or something, last time she tried calling someone from them it hadn't worked. She bounded back over to Mike and started up with the doctoring, trying to staunch the bleeding.
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Post by Michael Faith on Dec 17, 2010 22:38:39 GMT -5
Michael gave a rather faint smile, as she bandaged his woundeds. "Is that bastard of child still out their?" he asked, wondering if she had gotten the chance to tell him to go fuck himself.
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Post by locke on Dec 18, 2010 0:02:18 GMT -5
Locke watched in bemused patience as Tekka rushed to retrieve the hastily mentioned first aid kit. The albino then proceeded to follow her little blonde acquaintance, and as expected, was led to the bleeding form of a brunette kid in his mid-teens.
"Good, you're still breathing," commented the Brit, kneeling down and holding out the envelope to the kid, called Michael by the child who had just fled the scene. "Little wanker left this for you. Said you got to Level 2 of his little game."
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Post by Tekka King on Dec 18, 2010 0:32:43 GMT -5
Tekka glanced up. "I'm a little busy, Mike, you mind reading it while I patch up your stupidity wounds?"
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Post by Foster Faith on Dec 18, 2010 0:52:20 GMT -5
Michael laughed with pained as he took the envelope and opened it. Very weakly he cleared his throat and unfolded the paper. He then began to read it... "Dear Players
If you are reading this then you have gotten past level 1. Your lives are still in tact, and you've seen just how dangerous my games can be. Well get ready for level 2. Where I shall test your luck, your skill, and your strength. Meet me at Black Rose Graden in two hours, or well....let's just say you'll be in a rather bigger pickle.
Love Your Dungeon Master Foster" Michael finished and took a deep breath. "Kid sure seems to enjoy playing video games."
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Post by locke on Dec 18, 2010 1:03:31 GMT -5
Locke looked down at the injured boy whom she had beat the crumpets out of at the beach those few weeks ago. Along the same line, the Black Rose Garden was where she had fought against that saucy dark-haired cutie, Mina.
"The garden, eh?" repeated the albino. "With my speed, two hours is a generous time slot. Tekka, how much longer do you need to dress Michael's wounds?" Locke would carry Michael in the end, this she knew. He now had a bad knee, and they couldn't do to have him hobbling along at a tectonic rate. For that matter, Tekka wasn't strong enough to actually carry him, anyway.
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Post by Tekka King on Dec 18, 2010 1:38:36 GMT -5
Tekka sighed. "I'm a thief, not a doctor. Fuck if I know how long it'll take or even if I'm doing this right." Right now she felt pretty damn useless. "The bullet didn't hit a huge artery I think, cause there'd be more blood, and he can stand a bit so it's probably not in a bone..." Another sigh. "He may have to sit the next bit out down at the hospital. Bullet wounds and deep-puncture wounds need to be treated by professionals, not a kid with a lousy med-kit."
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Post by Foster Faith on Dec 18, 2010 1:51:06 GMT -5
Michael shook his head no, "You heard Foster, if I'm not with you I'm dead. Besides I'm already in shit with other people, why not make it one more person." he mused. "By the way Locke, you still owe me that duel." he said. Michael looked at his shoulder, it seemed to be fine. Kid didn't stab into him to badly. Michael went over the letter again in his mind, sure as hell didn't seem to give them any clues as what the game was. He sighed, "Got any idea about what is waiting for us at that Garden?" he asked.
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