[Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan says, "And me! :)" [Scions] ScionGM says, "Cool. Cool. Cool. We'll just hope Marc can make it soon...otherwise, I'll have him lag behind to hold off a few gangers or something, so Roni can go on." [Scions] ScionGM really warns, "This is spammy." [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan cheers! X-MEN: SCIONS Issue #3 Total Release Monday, 4.22.30 09:52:41 Columns of thick smoke curl up towards the sapphire, morning sky, joined by the echoed and wailed screams of panic and distress. Traffic, both ground-bound and aerial, comes to a hovering standstill as the public slowly becomes aware of the terror unfolding at Robert Kennedy High School. Over the din of confused babble can be heard the approach of N2Y's finest, their sirens caterwauling their emminent arrival. Their firework-like myriad of emergency lights can be seen, flickering, flashing, and reflecting off the mighty steel, chrome, and glass towers, casting Harlem into a radiant gemstone. The world's finest, public school, parking lot has become a madhouse. Students scamper and scurry like rats fleeing a sinking ship. Some dash for their cars, while others simply flee on foot. Like sheep to the slaughter or lemmings to the water, hundreds follow behind them. And already, one of the lenghty, block-like, yet streamlined form of the insetcile, FIST transport shuttles makes its way to the outskirts of the parking lot, its tremendous thrusters flattening a few sappling trees as it comes to a thundrous landing. Even as it slams earthside, departure doors are silently whisking open, depositing a unit of the government's most feared enforcers. Yet, amid the insanity of it all, there remain those that would, not only maintain their level-head, but those that would be willing to risk their lives to see that this autrocity were halted. Those that would become the true epitome of hero. Those like Zachary Talbot, still lying, bloodied and battered, within the cradle of a car roof. Easily mistaken as dead, yet the teen's mutagenic form is already hard at work, rapidly repairing, stitching, and mending. There are those like the stone-cold and even-tempered Logan McNeil, his stoic form making its way back into the school, pushing through the mass of flowing students like a bass struggling upstream. For McNeil, however, his slowed pace is not only due to the sheer number of students, but it also likely has something to do with the fact that, as they pass him, the panic, stampeding students gain a moment's reprieve, a quick glimpse of reason and sanity, and a chance to act upon it. Whether aware of it or not, these two have become the greatest heroes this scholastic institution has ever seen. Both have been directly responsible for the saving of dozens, if not hundreds or thousands, of lives. Inside the school that has become a hell-house, lives are not so easily saved. Inside the educational halls that are now a deathtrap, more students crawl, climb, trample, stampede, and blindly panic, while their PVC-clad, gangster persuers continue their relentless hunt, their shotgun's roaring lethal thunder, while hurled grenades sunder and shred, leaving only death, agony, and despair. There is little anyone can do, save run. No one has the courage to face homicidal, vengeful gangers with twelve-gauge death, at least not in the initial throes of flight. No one, that is, except those of similar spirit and mindedness as the outside heroes, a small handfull of people. Extraordinary people. Mutants. And even now, as the last of those that are still capable spill from Mr. Cossaro's monotinous history class, steps forth one of these such mutants. The mammoth form of Marcus Blaire follows up behind the stream of screaming pupils. The stunned Veronica Worthington is carried, her smallish form (at least in comparison to the mountain of a teen) slung over a shoulder. Together, they find themselves at the back of the herd, even behind another pair of pursuing and student-slaughtering LeatherFaces, whose weapons blaze life-snuffing bellows, yet sanwiched between another pair of shotgun-totting LeatherFaces. Meanwhile, scurrying up the side of the titanic school-house, is the clinging form of Errolyn Wagner. And despite the horror that surges around her, the warzone errupting at the school from which she so desperately was trying to sequester from, the lithe young woman is dealing with an oddity all her own, as again, the voice rings from within her own head, ~ERROLYN?!? Where are you?? What is happening?~ [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan says, "Ooo, you hear voices, too!" [Scions] ScionGM LOLs [Scions] ScionGM says, "And there is a prime example of misery loving company, everyone... ;)" [Scions] Cassie /laughs/! [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan looks slightly embarrassed. But not very. Proud weasel, I am. [Scions] Zach shan't be posing for at least the first round or two, btw. ;) [Scions] ScionGM giggles and winks. [Scions] Zach uploads the cover from last issue. It's not just the fact that he is like a fish going upstream, against the tide of panicing students that continue to flood around him, but that he's a fish aiding to the current he fights. In McNeil's desperation to help the hystical schools of peers all around him he is using his powers in attempts to calm them, but the strain of this is coming to overwhelm him. The more people he attempts to 'push' back in the direction of sanity and the more people he attempts to do this for, well, the more impossible this is becoming. It's one thing to extend his mind, his powers, to those around him, but this is akin to being drown at sea. All of those strained 'Wilds' pulling on him... it's more than he can handle, and he throws himself a lifeline. Shutting down his power on others, Mac prepares for the worse as he pushes on, attempting to get in deep enough to find some place with enough operating room to move more freely. [Scions] !Hairy, McNeil woos as that's damned cool! Smoke. And lots of it. Veronica feels a sickening dizziness wash over her and then quickly pass again. She coughs, violently, trying to catch her breath from being thrown before. Though its somewhat hard to do in her current 'sack of potatoes' position over Marcus' shoulder. Though the bigger man seems to get the hint and puts her down on her feet so she can try and get a breath, leaning against a wall. A moment. Then another. Deep breath. She blinks, wiping her eyes a bit as they sting slightly. She just looks up at Marc and nods her head slightly to indicate that she's fine. "Thanks," she says and then looks up and down the hall. There's a lot perhaps to be done, like finding out what the hell is going on. And right now, she isn't sure what Marc is going to do, but she's going to make sure those Leatherface bastards aren't causing more havok. Yeah. Nothing. Nothing noticeable, anyway. Shrugging his shoulders, Declan stuffs his hands (and the bound item) back into the back compartment of his scooter. "No, don't you bloody start again - I gave it a go, didn't I?" The bit of leather wrapped in string and carved with arcane symbols rests innocuously out of sight, now, and Declan starts putting his helmet on. Then he stops and sighs again, saying far too quietly to be heard by normal ears above the din of panicked human voices, "You know as well as I that it's not heroism if you nag me into doing it. It's not." A beat. "And if this gets me killed, mum'll probably send you to hell, and good luck getting out, yeah? Luck." With a humorless, extremely irate little laugh, Declan sets his helmet back down and shoves everything he'd been carrying into the scooter-trunk-thingy, jaw set. Wonder of wonders, he begins sprinting towards the entrance to the school. And no, he's not scared at the moment - just godawfully pissed off. [Scions] ScionGM says, "WOW!!!!! ZACH!!!! That is AWESOME!!!!" One might actually get the opportunity to contemplate just how -weird- it is to hear a voice inside your head. That rumbling note of a person that the individual both respects, admires, and is in awe of. One might also get the opportunity to believe they're going insane, they're hearing voices? In their head!? However, and unfortunately, the instant that voice rumbles to life with a worried note - Errolyn isn't answering, for as soon as she climbs up and out, her eyes are drawn towards the speeding vehicle, and in the process a single student. Thusly - her initial answer to one Hank McCoy, aka The Beast? It's a sharp - 'Oh dear Lord' ... McNeil is lost in the crowd, Declan's magic is missed - instead, one dark elf has spied an individual that is doing exactly what a hero should, he's facing down a danger, and is saving lives in the process. She gets barely a few seconds to zero in on the strange cables attached to his arms, she barely gets a few nanoseconds to let it sink in what is happening, what it is he's doing - until the truck crunches over, and that great explosion rockets through the air, while the figure that risked his life to save others goes hurdling towards his impending doom. What can she do? What could she do? Time for acusations later - for the elf suddenly finds herself desparately clinging to the side of the building, so focused on watching Zach - the one she mistakingly called a slime before - fly towards his death, while saving the school. What heroics! What a hero! What the hell?? *BOOM* The explosion sends shock waves through the cement, across the pavement, to shake the building with its loud and penetrating force. The elf is unable to get a good grasp on the imperfections along the building's wall, she's able to cling - but she is not her father and she is not the legendary Spider-Man, she has no control, and thus no way to stop herself from falling - and falling she does do. Straight down. She doesn't make a sound as she finds herself air borne, her body doing on instinct what its suppose to do, what her father taught her to do - she lands with a jerk on the pavement, far enough away not to be trampled - at least yet. Still, the crash sends shockwaves of it own through her system, as her elbow is scrapped up, scratched up .. head pounding. To put it mildly - she's going to be sore in the morning. [Scions] Zach smiles and thanks! :) And then goes back to reading people's poses. :) [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan -also- WOWs! then hee hee hees, there's a Fara Fawcett hairdo in there... [Scions] !Hairy, McNeil is in the Hawaiian shirt and everything. :) [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica gives her thumbs up to the cover as well! [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan says, "Is someone posing or am I disconnected?" [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan says, "Someone's posing. :)" [Scions] ScionGM is posing. ;) [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan says, "Oho!" [Scions] Cassie is still in awe of picture, even though she watched it come to life. ;) [Scions] Zach just beams proudly. "Thanks, everyone. I'm glad it was worth the wait. ;)" [Scions] Cassie says, "At least you didn't have someone pinch Lyn. ;)" "I want our set-up right here...right now!" comes the shout from one of those departing FIST agents. There is a serious cast to his brown-haired, squared face. His jaw is set with determination, his green eyes alight with a mix of responsibility, anger, and sorrow. "Quell your anxieties, Carras," comes a soft whisper as an even softer brush of a dark-skinned hand touches the brown-haired man's arm. "Delta FIST has been well-trained and awarded the Academy's greatest potential leader. No need to order what we already know to do." Carras nods, his jaw muscles clenching and unclenching in a furious fashion. "Thank you, Isabelle," comes his steadied reply. Then, even as the first of the N2YPD's hovercars come over the treeline and around the surrounding building, the FIST field leader turns to his emerging allies, "Pike, Gnome, Ego," he says to a broad-shouldered, crimson (trimmed with black) uniformed man whose shoulders and forearms seem to be bristling with a porcupine's hide of short-handled spear-tips; a short, squat Vietnamese man decked out in a rugged and simple brown jumpsuit; and a relatively thin man, with a hawk-like nose and wearing an aquamarine-hued uniform, "see if you can't make it around to the back, work your way inside. Anyone wearing leather and carrying a shotgun is fair game, although our objective is to subdue, not slay. If any prove to be unregistered mutants, apprehend them." All three nod, and with Pike leading the bunch, they break into a paced, steady clip towards the institute's rear lot. "Cue, Ordnance," Carras continues, looking to the dark-skinned woman, dressed in black (with soft blue highlights) and a man in an outfit that would appear to be made out of junk and spare parts, "both of you stay with me. And Ordnance," Carras finishes, looking at the junk-suited man, "keep the tools to non-lethal use, alright?" "Gotcha, Recoil," comes the remark from behind a lopsided grin. While Declan argues with his peanut gallery and is coerced into a course of action, he now finds the very same problem that McNeil earlier suffered. The sheer number of fleeing students. The mass presence of bodies makes forward progress difficult, yet somehow, the teen seems to step the right way, at just the right time, as the panicked student body rushes by. Meanwhile, McNeil quiets his calming element, it is as if the pressure from behind a dam is released. The students surge with their panic reinforced, and the horrific realities of such panic begin occuring, as slower or clumsier or unlucky students are heedlessly pushed aside, knocked down, and trampled beneath the feet of the student stampede. Adding insult to injury, those that fall make for a splendid obstacle, one that many students are unable to avoid, and soon, the bodies begin piling, blocking first one exit, then another. Yet, his efforts were not in vain, as McNeil now finds himself pulling free of the crowd, forced to stand close to a set of lockers, as the mad pupil-drive streams past. The massive head of Marcus gives a curt nod towards Veronica. Then he promptly turns to face the two approaching LeatherFaces, leaving the two ahead of the mutant pair for Veronica's hands. And again, as if daring action, those vile gangers never relent in their wanton slaughter of their ridiculing peers. And inside the ringing head of Errolyn comes another voice she recognizes. Carolyn. ~I think I've got her loc...no, she's moving...Errolyn...Lyn, you must calm down, focus, let me search within your mind, find your eyes and see what you see...know what you know...~ [Scions] Zach snickers. It is difficult to keep his balance, what with the explosions, masses of paniced students, his own reeling senses and his injuries (from yesterday). McNeil knows he should head to one exit and then the next, to use his powers to aid them all leaving, one exit at a time. But that would require time, a great deal of it... and likely more energy than he has to spend right now. Hopefully he can end what is causing this more quickly than he can treat the effects. with a moment's pause to send his own private wishes to declan and Errolyn, praying for their safety, he plunges forward. Those LeatherFaces roaming the halls? well, any of those would be a good place for Mac to start, to disarm and take down. None violently, of course, causing as little harm as possible. That's the intent any way, despite all of the death and destruction those gangers have caused. mcNeil is completely unaware of those agencies operating on the outside. It's those inside the school he means to deal with, if he can locate any. Veronica has disconnected. [Scions] ScionGM says, "We'll pose around Roni and we'll get back with her when she gets back on, so for now, just go on. :)" Veronica has connected. [Scions] ScionGM wee-hoos! "She's back!" :) Marcus has connected. [Scions] ScionGM says, "Marc!!!" [Scions] Marcus says, "Yoyo" [Scions] Cassie grabs the poses and cuts and pastes to Marc. ;) [Scions] Marcus says, "Aiee!" [Scions] Marcus says, "Wait!" [Scions] Cassie waits. [Scions] ScionGM LOLs [Scions] Marcus says, "I'm on raw telnet." [Scions] Cassie okays and emails them to you? :) [Scions] Marcus's internet service provider is hacked up tonight. "I had to connect from a lab." [Scions] Marcus says, "It's why I"m on so late. *nods* sure." [Scions] ScionGM oys at Marc, "Man...that sucks. Okay, never used raw telnet before. Is there anything I should know? Like a limit to your viewable lines or something?" [Scions] Cassie says, "Sent." [Scions] Marcus says, "Got it" [Scions] Marcus says, "No. No limit it's just getting a ton of your spammy poses together at once would have been beyond me :)" [Scions] Marcus says, "and my spelling may be worse then usual but I should be okay" [Scions] ScionGM nods, "Okay, cool." :) [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica will pose and then run home. [Scions] Marcus is all caught up [Scions] Cassie says, "If no one minds, I'm going to pose really quick?" [Scions] ScionGM says, "Feel free to alter/change/amend anything I posed for you, Marc." [Scions] Cassie has to idle for about twenty, figure I wont have to be skipped but didn't want to hold anything up. [Scions] ScionGM says, "Go for it, Cassie. I think Roni's still plugging away at her pose." "Try doing that with your head pounding, and your heart racing a mile a minute." Errolyn finds herself among the few, the proud, those that talk to yourself! She should be honored, though presently, she's just trying to calm down enough to open her eyes, sit up and process everything that has happened so far. Not being use to such strange things as telepathically being able to send thoughts, they appear in a jumble, as mixed up and troubled as her feelings are at the moment. Every strange event of the day goes through Errolyn's thoughts, a fraction of a second goes by, a second longer shifts, until her gaze focuses in on those students getting trampled together in a meshmash of bodies. However, it isn't the injured that is causing Errolyn to pause - rather its the thought of her mom that sends shivers of horror through her. As much as Errolyn feels the wretching sensation of terror go through her system, as much as she knows she has to go - she has to find her, make sure she's okay, Lyn does as she's told, though she adds more to it, leaping lightly over to one side, there to crouch next to the building, thoughts running like quicksilver through her mind. "Carolyn, listen, I'm at the school, gang members, or terrorists one have tried to blow it up. There is still gun fire going on, and explosions, though an unknown mutant just saved a good hundred lives by .. by sacrificing himself to stop a speeding truck which exploded afterwards." The fleeting incident is sent spiraling through Errolyn's mind's eye as she continues still conveniently talking to herself, voice as calm as she can make it. "There are two other people in there, the son of Logan, and another, Declan, I don't know who's child he is, but McNeil, Logan's son said he was ... well he hinted at least he was one that I should know." Her voice is horse, as the girl begins to rip her turtle neck around the arms, binding up a rather nasty gash around her elbow. Errolyn's thoughts ripple to focus in on McNeil and Declan's faces, conjuring them up from the depths of her memory. "If you can, they can be trusted, especially Junge, Logan's son. If you can find them, let them know, I'm going up to the fourth floor, I've got to make sure mom's okay.." % You have new mail in /home/brainy9/Mailbox [Scions] Marcus says, "sci No that's fine. It's all good :)" [Scions] Marcus finally got an inspiration for his appearence as well and is gonna sketch it out one of these days [Scions] ScionGM wooos! Veronica nods again and turns to look up and down the hallway. She frowns as she notices the Leatherfaces who are in front of her, their backs to her now even as they try and attack the fleeing students. Well, she's not about to let that one happen. And perhaps she's just itching for something to let out a little needless aggression on because she's still riding that rush from her little...indulgence...of earlier this morning. She narrows in her target and a smile comes to her lips. Well, if they want a fight, who is she to deny them? Veronica doesn't even try to be stealthy as she comes up directly behind the first of the wanna-be gangster. She idly taps him on the shoulder, waits for him to turn around, and then summarily delivers a flawless throat strike meant to disable, an understatment, and then follow it up with a strike to the nose that is aimed to break. She pivots on her left foot and spin to deliver a punch directly to the sterum of the other and brings his face into intimate contact with her knee. Veronica has disconnected. Finally the overall stun at these events drain from Marcus' face. Despite his overall toughguy life and hardened attitude..having these things thrown right at him seems to have delt his mind a harsher blow then say Veronica who seems about ready and willing to throwdown if necessary with the Leatherfaces. He shakes his head side to side a few times as he moves, running a meaty hand up and through his tossled hair and muttering a few things under his breath as he replays the carnage scenes out in his mind over and over a few times. Finally something seems to snap and he emits a dull grunt before statting "Hell with this..I'm going to take these bastards down..." Muttering this under his breath but at the same time close enough to Veronica so she's likely to hear this. He glances over his shoulder to look at his slightly scorched back and pants. Or rather his clothes at least for the skin and muscle beneath barely recieved more then a nudge. By now it'd be obvious to those near him that he's 'not quite human' if anyone actually saw that explosion..so he figures it's either let the rest of his classmates get gunned down or continue to try and act as if he's as normal as the rest of them. Or at least as normal as a guy over seven feet tall, wider then two linebackers and built more powerfully then an entire defensive line can be. He then frown sas Veronica heads directly into the fray. More then expecting she would try and make a break for it. Frowning he tries to follow up behind her, heading for another and his meaty hands clenching and unclenching subconsioucly.. [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan sorries lots! :( [Scions] ScionGM chuckles and patpats, "No worries, I've still got a ways' to go on my pose, Deco." :) [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan whews. "There's a fanboy sitting next to me who's totally reading over my shoulder and trying to converse. Heh." [Scions] Marcus says, "Ah, he knows what you're doing? :)" Huh? (Type "help" for help.) [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan says, "Yeah. He was a little thrown off by gender at first, but thinks it's keen." [Scions] Cassie grins. "Try doing that with your head pounding, and your heart racing a mile a minute." Errolyn finds herself among the few, the proud, those that talk to yourself! She should be honored, though presently, she's just trying to calm down enough to open her eyes, sit up and process everything that has happened so far. Not being use to such strange things as telepathically being able to send thoughts, they appear in a jumble, as mixed up and troubled as her feelings are at the moment. Every strange event of the day goes through Errolyn's thoughts, a fraction of a second goes by, a second longer shifts, until her gaze focuses in on those students getting trampled together in a meshmash of bodies. However, it isn't the injured that is causing Errolyn to pause - rather its the thought of her mom that sends shivers of horror through her. As much as Errolyn feels the wretching sensation of terror go through her system, as much as she knows she has to go - she has to find her, make sure she's okay, Lyn does as she's told, though she adds more to it, leaping lightly over to one side, there to crouch next to the building, thoughts running like quicksilver through her mind. "Carolyn, listen, I'm at the school, gang members, or terrorists one have tried to blow it up. There is still gun fire going on, and explosions, though an unknown mutant just saved a good hundred lives by .. by sacrificing himself to stop a speeding truck which exploded afterwards." The fleeting incident is sent spiraling through Errolyn's mind's eye as she continues still conveniently talking to herself, voice as calm as she can make it. "There are two other people in there, the son of Logan, and another, Declan, I don't know who's child he is, but McNeil, Logan's son said he was ... well he hinted at least he was one that I should know." Her voice is horse, as the girl begins to rip her turtle neck around the arms, binding up a rather nasty gash around her elbow. Errolyn's thoughts ripple to focus in on McNeil and Declan's faces, conjuring them up from the depths of her memory. "If you can, they can be trusted, especially Junge, Logan's son. If you can find them, let them know, I'm going up to the fourth floor, I've got to make sure mom's okay.." [Scions] !Hairy, McNeil waves to the fanboy. "You can enjoy this too all for the low, one time price of the sacrificing of your first born. [Scions] Cassie idly scowls. [Scions] Cassie says, "Sorry. :P" [Scions] Cassie's muschclient is acting up. [Scions] Cassie says, "brb." Errolyn has disconnected. Errolyn has connected. [Scions] Cassie kept getting a 'say' when I did anything, and then it just up and re-did the pose in another screen, while I was conversing here. :P Veronica has connected. [Scions] ScionGM welcomes Roni back. [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "Merci." Right - right, losing the finger-in-the-bag in this rushing crush of people would be really bad, so Declan yanks the talisman from his neck and sticks it in his pocket. No one will give two shits about his hands while he's inside, see? No one, really. The blond sees Mac way up ahead in the crowd and figures there's no way in hell he'll catch up to him, so he starts pushing to the sides of the hall, trying to move along the edges and see if he can find any more doors to open. More ports of exit would be good, more ways for kids to escape would be excellent. Anything that looks good but doesn't actually put him in any real danger. [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan feels really stupid right now. :) [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "We still partially like ya, Dec." [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan says, "Even though I'm a moron? Aww!" <> comes the radio hiss inside Carras' earpiece, the voice of Pike calm and reserved. <> <> Recoil replies, then shouts back inside the FIST transport, "I want full schematics on that school downloaded to my vid immediately." With the roar and bellow of gunfire, McNeil is likely to get his wish. For even as he makes his way, nudging and forcing past fleeing faculty and student alike, he spies a pair of gunning LeatherFaces, their features distended and distorted in a vile form of rage-filled pleasure. And just as they cut down the next student, Logan can clearly hear one of them shout, "Ganos: 7! Eggers: 5! That puts /me/ in the lead! Hahahaha!" And as of yet, these tally-keeping gangers are unaware of McNeil's approaching presence, though that likely won't last for long. Declan is likely to see and hear this as he makes his way up the hallway. So much for staying out of danger. ~Slow down, Lyn,~ comes the steady tone of Carolyn as she desparately attempts to sort through the helter-skelter boiling pot of her thoughts, images, and emotions. Then, as Errolyn elucidates and explains, it is Dr. McCoy that does the mental speaking. ~The son of Logan? Interesting...I believe it was John Whitehead who said, 'Children are the living messages we send to a time we will not see.' I shall endeavor to locate them, Errolyn. For the present time, child, you must keep your head down, be wary and aware. Find your mother, but stay free of harm's way. Rally and I shall be there shortly.~ Despite her sheer lack of stealthiness, neither LeatherFace is even remotely aware of the avenging angel as she makes her way behind them. Expectedly, the ganger tapped on the shoulder does, indeed, turn around, a rather curious and bewildered look on his face. Which is, of course, only magnified a hundred-fold as he sees who his new 'friend' is. His eyes go as wide as saucers, even as he claws at his throat, his windpipe nearly crushed via the precision and force of her blow. The second strike blossoms the ganger's nose like a blooming rose, showering his cheeks in a spray of cartilidge and blood. He gets out neither a cry of distress nor a curse of defeat as he slumps, unconscious, to the ground. The second ganger, turning in surprise, fares no better, as her well-placed strike hammers into his sternum, and there is a horrific, wet *snap!* Even as his numbed fingers drop his shotgun and claw at his sundered sternum, a quick nab of the head, short hop, and upward thrust knee introduces the ganger to sheer, relenting oblivion. Marcus finds himself being the giant-sized target of a hail of twelve-gauge shot, from those two LeatherFaces behind the mutant pair. The miniscule pellets, though highly accurate, do nothing more than rip at his clothing and pelt at his iron-like back. And again, were there the time and presence of mind to take account, his mighty form also served to completely shield Veronica from any stray shot. [Scions] ScionGM says, "Zach...indent that first paragraph for the log, if you would." [Scions] Zach noddles. [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "Yeah! Blood baby...." [Scions] ScionGM laughs, "Martial training...meet unpreparred street-whelp." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "Mommy said when they bleed, its okay." [Scions] ScionGM starts to say something, then just pauses, "Nope...nevermind. Won't take us there." Ahhh...the filters /are/ working. [Scions] ScionGM says, "Oh! And by the way, all. Since I am on Indiana time (UGH!)...I am now considered EST...so...if we can...the start times could be altered /up/ an hour, so that we start at around 7-ish CST and end around 11-midnight CST." [Scions] ScionGM says, "Is that right? Is that the right direction? 7 CST would be 8 for me...while 11/midnight would be midnight/1 for me...yeah, that's about right." [Scions] ScionGM hates Cornhusker time keeping. "There is NOTHING special enough about this state to warrant its own damned timezone." [Scions] Cassie o.O [Scions] Cassie says, "Doesn't that get confusing?" [Scions] ScionGM nods, "Very. We don't alter our clocks...we switch timezones..." [Scions] Marcus says, "Heee" [Scions] ScionGM says, "It was originally done for the farmers, so they never lost, nor gained, an hour of daylight, it was always kept the same. At least that's what they say. In truth, I think its because none of those monkeys in office could ever, actually, tell time (or likely read), so they didn't care." Just walking forward, McNeil uses those steps between himself and Ganos and Eggers as a calming, focusing time. it's only a few moments, but with what he's about to do that slight 'mediation' will aid him in concentrating on the motions before him. "This is some kind of twisted game to you? A sport?!? You would dare to make others your pray..." He sighs in disgust as he moves now, dodges meant to pull himself closer to his foes while putting himself between them and their targets. he won't go for them shooting any other innocents. "If you wish to play a game then play with me." That should well draw their attantion, hopefully. Now, McNeil isn't skilled in making striking blows and thus hopefully his proximity and defiance will make his attackers strike at him first. And in defense he is a master, as McNeil is nearly unparalleled in that art. Thus he can evade, even with a wounded shoulder, better than the best and deflect blows. But with a well placed flip or toss here or there he should be able to handle Ganos and eggers, right? Quickly? "If this is a game I doubt anyone is having fun..." Of course he shant continue until these two are down, revealing himself publically for his acts to all those around or not. he's not concerned about that. Only about getting past these two and then in deeper, heading back towards the office. [Scions] Marcus says, "Hey everybody. Veronica is famous now." [Scions] Cassie says, "Hmn?" [Scions] Marcus says, "Listed right up there along with game designers like the maker of Age of Empires." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica blushes and coughs. [Scions] Marcus says, "http://www.gamingoutpost.com/news/default.cfm/story.1331/default.htm" [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica hasn't read it herself. "I think he's lying." [Scions] ScionGM says, "Oooooh, neat Roni. :) Very cool." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica smiles and thanks. [Scions] Cassie says, "WOW!" [Scions] Cassie says, "That is so cool! Congrates!!!" [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica grins. "Thanks, Cass." "One more thing." Comes Errolyn's voice, as her gaze searches over her shoulder, watching the mad-house of students and teachers rush off, while the very visible line of FIST people catch her attention. "Bad guys out number us a zillion to one, FIST's here, if at all possible, do not let them get the body of the mutant that saved everyone.. Please." The elf is doing her best to remain just as calm as she can, even though every part of her is screaming to move, to get going, to do something. After that brief statement, her form leaps straight upwards. Her body in motion, the agility and strength written in the jump, just before it would seem gravity is finally going to take over where it failed to do so in the initial take off, Errolyn's hands latch outward, clasping onto the side of the building, there to slide down only a few inches before she sticks there. The guttered out groan of pain that shoots down her arm is silenced through a firm gritting of teeth, before the elf begins to climb, slowly at first, picking up speed only as the initial kinks of soreness begin to fade into a dull ache. Oh yeah, sore does not even begin to describe how she's going to be in the morning. [Scions] Cassie wows. That is so awesom.. I'm in awe. [Scions] !Hairy, McNeil adds-on to his Shrine to Roni. Just when you thought you couldn't be more impressed by her... [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "Aww, schucks...you guys are just swell :)" [Scions] !Hairy, McNeil is very serious. You continue to impress, because you continue to succeed... and you're just one heck of a damned cool person to boot which means we have to love you, and be proud of you for this. :) "Shite!" cries Declan in pure annoyance, seeing and hearing the terrorists. So much for staying out of danger, indeed. Well - well. This, like just about any other situation, might be able to be turned to Declan's advantage. Backing Mac up might, you know, impress Mac. So as Logan's son exposits, Deco fights his way through the crowd and manages to get there just as he's finished talking. And - Mac was worried about them throwing the first blow or not? Or, more, the fact that he really wasn't about to? That can all stop now, 'cause the crazy blond Brit attacks like a dervish. "You sodding kneebiters!" he yelps, giving Mac a moment's warning, drawing the attention of the mooks, then jumping in and attempting to bring his hands down hard on their armed, uh, forearms, in a vicious and well-executed chop. [Scions] Cassie nodsnods and agrees with Junge. Totally. [Scions] Cassie does proceed to laugh out loud at Dec, though. ;) "That is /great/." [Scions] !Hairy, McNeil pauses in his Praise to Roni to announce to Deco, "I'm impressed. Now you can sleep with me." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "Aww, Man!" [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica gives Dec the five bucks. [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan woos! [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan also yows, Roni, Pulp, huh? :D [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan meanwhile pockets the fiver... [Scions] !Hairy, McNeil says, "That's so freaking cool. :)" Veronica barely pauses for the satisfaction of watching the 'gentlemen' crumple in their own blood and such. Her mind is already racing and with the rush of adrenaline adding to her hyper mode of movement as everything around her seems to be happening so quickly. She makes her way down the hallway, looking around, careful to keep track of who is running wear and trying to direct students to stairs and exits, and not just trying to hide somewhere. With these freaks running around the school, its likely to just get them hurt...or worse. She tries to push her way through people as best she can, and then turns over her shoulder to check on her giant benefactor. "Marcus! Are you all right?" [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica grins. "Yeah, Pulp. I never thought I'd ever do a pulp game, but it just seemed to fit." :) [Scions] Marcus says, "That did surprise me a tad" [Scions] ScionGM grins, "Pulp rocks." [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan bounces! Pulp is like, all me. And stuff. I'm so psyched for you. And I wanna play now. :) [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica needs to relog. "BRB!" "Yeah..fine." rumbles Marcus' voice as his expression takes on more of a 'zoned' out look to it. He stares ahead blankly and then turns around slowly and begins to move towards the two Leatherfaces who fired at him. He glowers towards them both before picking up the pace and continuing his thudding approach. Each footfall seemingly impacting against the ground firmer and harder then the previous one until dull pounding *THUDS* echoe as he bears down on the two Leatherfaces who apparently just gleefully tried to gun him down. "But these two bastards soon won't be.." he mutters under his breath and then suddenly lunges a huge arm forward for the Leatherface on his right. His own fist clenching and drawing back and the sound of his knuckles cracking and popping and bone and muscle tendon stretching literally audible in an almost cartoonish fashion. "You're gonna pay for what you've done!" he bellows powerfully at both Leatherfaces even as the adrenaline really begins to race through his body and he slowly forgets all of his past attempts to keep himself in check. Staying out of sports, away from fights..away from crowds. Starting to remember only the killing. All of this killing. Veronica has disconnected. Veronica has connected. And just what about the body of that 'mutant that saved everyone'? Well, the apparent remains of Zach Talbot are still where they were last seen, laying in a rather uncomfortable-looking heap nestled withing the crumpled roof of some unfortunate soul's car in the parking lot. And though it can't really be heard over the shouting, the gunfire, or the noisy FIST teams, that darn car alarm is still beeping off too. A series of ten different sirens and whistles, cycling through one after the other and around again. Whomever dished out the money for such a complete (and annoying) auto security system is undoubtedly not going to be happy when they find out some guy's landed smack dab on top of their roof. Well, if the owner of the car is still alive. As for the body though? An easy enough thing to overlook, what with the rest of the chaos going on, but it looks like Zach himself is still counted among the living. He's still covered in second-degree burns, one arm is twisted completely the wrong way and both legs are torn up badly by twisted metal and shards of glass - but his chest is moving up down, ever so slowly, in that tell-tale sign of respiration and life. Rightly so, both Eggers and Ganos are more than a little taken aback. As he shouts his questions, one of them, Eggers, actually snickers, "Nice shirt, man." Then *BOOM!* roars his shotgun. Too bad Logan doesn't have a camera. The look of shock and disbelief on the ganger's face as the teen, not only, ducks and swerves beneath the buckshot, but proceeds to rapidly close the distance, even evading the shots of Ganos' longarm. And suddenly, McNeil is in between the pair. Its a flurry of swings, ducks, side-steps, and impossible moves as the two gangers attempt to bring their target back into firing range. Eggers is wholly unsuccessful, and abruptly finds his world spinning, uprooted, end-over-end as sails against a nearby bay of lockers. There is a solid and heavy slam as the ganger impacts with the rigid metal, then slowly, the body slumps to the ground. Ganos, however, manages to peel slightly away from the combat, trying to get the Asian, Magnum, P.I.-wanna be under gun. It is then that he spots the approaching Declan-dervish. And Ganos spins, the shotgun coming up to bear on the thin teen, whose ghostly cohorts are likely screaming to get away, stop him, lay the smack down, do SOMETHING! And as Declan charges, his insults flying, he looks down the cavernous barrel of his impending doom, and an odd, far-off look comes over the shotgun-aiming ganger. Then, slowly, even as Declan speeds closer, the shotgun gets lowered and the teen says, "Oh, sorry man," just as the flailing teen's chop impacts with the ganger's forearm, which sends the weapon clattering to the ground. Then, McNeil is there, grabbing at the LeatherFace's battered arm, twisting, bending, pulling, and suddenly Ganos is flipping through the air, sending him, flailing and screaming, to crumple with his fellow ganger across the hall and against the lockers. Outside, as Errolyn pleads and slowly makes her way up the side of the building, Beast has but one response, one that comes inherent with a tone of suspicion and worry. ~FIST is there /already/?~ Unfortunately, Lyn's wall-climbing does not go unnoticed by Cue, who rather urgently taps on Recoil's shoulder, "Carras...up there," she points, "on the wall...you see?" Recoil nods, his gaze narrowing as he quickly lifts a smallish pair of binoculars from his belt, "Yeah, I see..." and the climbing form of Errolyn leaps plainly into view, "...her." And without peeling his binocular-enhanced gaze from the wall-crawler, he orders, "Ordnance...track her, run a check, and apprehend her if she's not registered." As Marcus the Mountain marches his steady, plodding, hall-quaking way forward, he is greeted by another hail of cloth-ripping buckshot. The gangers seem paralyzed by this awesome spectacle. Their combined weaponsfire would stop the approach of an elephant, and yet this...freak...continues his steady advance. Before either know it, Marcus is before them, looks of complete and total disbelief on their faces. Then, his fist streaks out, impacting with an incredible force. And all that might pummels directly into the awe-struck ganger, the mammoth teen's meaty fist smashing into the LeatherFace's upper chest. There is a horrific rending and a shrill and shriekd *pop!* of a scream, as bone snaps and tears through muscle and lung. The body sails like a beaten and bloodied rag-doll back down the hall, only to slide in a smearing, lifeless, lump some ten yards back. Needless to say, the other LeatherFace takes only a second to react. But in that time he fails to make the wise choice. And at point-blank range, the shotgun levels with Marcus' gut, while the ganger screams a defiant, "FUCK YOU, FREAK!!!!" the shotgun roars. From afar, ScionGM grins, "And you thought your spell would have no effect..." ;) [Scions] Cassie laughs. "Weeeeeeeee. Wanted mutant. ;) What fun! ;)" [Scions] ScionGM makes that last bit /and/ the shotgun roars. [Scions] Marcus says, "D'oh" [Scions] ScionGM laughs at Cassie, "Gotta love life." [Scions] Cassie yups. ;) [Scions] ScionGM lags. :P [Scions] ScionGM badly. [Scions] Cassie mrps. ScionGM has disconnected. [Scions] Cassie acks. ScionGM has connected. [Scions] ScionGM erks [Scions] ScionGM says, "Okay...this'll be the last of the posing for tonight. We'll pause after you all have posed and pick up again...? Wednesday?" [Scions] Cassie says, "Wednesday is great." [Scions] Marcus says, "sure but I'll be late as usual. I work every evening" [Scions] Marcus says, "But I don't mind you all posing for me until I arrive" [Scions] Marcus says, "So do as you wish and have continued to do. Just puppet me :)" Long distance to ScionGM: Declan grins. So -that's- what that was! :) [Scions] ScionGM grins and nods, "Well, nothing major will be done for you, just enough to keep you up with the 'group' so you can enter immediately when you do arrive." :) From afar, ScionGM grins and nods, "Ayup. Good mojo for you." [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan snrks. Oops. Said fanboi is apparently a staunchly godfearing Christian, highly put off by both my foul mouth and my love of fictitious violence and gratuitous sex. :) [Scions] ScionGM LOLs! [Scions] Cassie snickers. [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan made some comment about Aquaman taking advantage of fish since they obey his every command, and now he's refusing to talk to me. :) [Scions] ScionGM LOLs!!!!!!! [Scions] Marcus says, "Well....that'd kinda freak me out to. I mean, of all the sexy things to think about, Aquaman and some guppie getting it on just don't come to mind :)" [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan is just sitting here smirking. God. [Scions] Cassie laughs. [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan says, "Well, like, he was saying how cool Arthur was. And I was like, uh, he talks to fish. And then he was like, but they obey his every command! And I was like...say that again, real slow. Oh baby. Oh baby." % You have new mail in /home/brainy9/Mailbox [Scions] Cassie /laughs/, laughs so hard. OMG! [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan says, "I thought he was yawning, but it was a look of abject horror crossing his godfearing features." [Scions] Cassie says, "Stop. *laugh* I can't breath." [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan grins and stops. [Scions] Cassie says, "Oh man, oh man, I can see this too." With Eggers and Ganos flipped off, literally, McNeil turns to Declan. Not paniced, not frantic. But calm, sedated. In control. "The excitement outside was not enough for you?" yes, he noticed, at least in part. Or guessed what Deco did out there. But as two gangers are down, Mac knows that many more are still moving around in here. Shrugging off his jacket, he holds it out to Decolan to take and wear, and if he cannot, then it will be flipped aside. It gets in the way, you see. The left shoulder and a strip across the back of his shirt will be stained with fresh blood, his own, as he's torn his bandaged wounds open again. But he seems unconcerted with them. "We have to help the others. I am glad that you came, Declan. I..." He's not sure what to do here, but the help is appreciated. He's glad for the back-up. "These murderers are out to cause as much damage as they can. So this means they are headed for the office, to the principle, or perhaps someplace more disast-..." And then he remembers the layout of the school he downloaded and studied before he came here, and if there was some place to do a lot of damage it would be to the main reactor, yes? "Quick, we must hurry..." And with that he moves, expecting Deco to follow. The Brit is good at running after all. And where should he go? But down the halls to round the corner just in time to see Marcus in action... [Scions] ScionGM says, "Oh shit!!! That is too funny!!!" [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan is sitting here snickering like an evil gnome... [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan says, "The really shocking thing, I think, for him, was that he was all thinking I was the coolest thing since sliced bread since I'm all wearing a Starman jacket and stuff...but I'm *not* a nice person. Ahaha. Anyway." [Scions] !Hairy, McNeil says, "Was he cute?" Nice. Not only does she have to worry about any gang members mulling about the inside of the building. Not only does she have to worry about her mother. Not only does she fret about Junge, his new friend, and the students that still scream, still move, still run, still are being run down. Now Errolyn has one more thing that she doesn't even realize she needs to worry about. She's been spotted by /FIST/. Does life get any better than this? Still, she made her choice the instant she leaped upwards, she made that choice herself, and she is not going to regret making it, not if it means saving lives, both family, friends, and those that can not defend themselves. At least there is one good thing about it all, she has the presence of mind to change her coloring just enough to blend more with the shadows, making it a bit more difficult to gain a true making on her face. Whatever DNA scans they can do now - thats a different story all together. She's been spotted, they know she's here, perhaps, in some small way, they'll focus on the elf, instead of those she considers friends, and associates. That is, perhaps, the only good thing that may come of this, for now though, Errolyn finds the floor she wants, a broken window used to its advantage - before the elf disappears inside, drawing towards the ceiling, or at least as high as she can get to it, form blending easily into the shadows, Chameleon changing her colors, to make it just that much more difficult to be seen .. and thusly, she disappears into the depths of the hallways beyond. [Scions] ScionGM smiles and notes aloud, "That's the nice thing about 'spotting' Lyn. No matter how many times its done, at least visually...they'll be more than hard-pressed to catch her...not that it would be /impossible/...but being able to change your coloring...from brunette to blond, caucasian to black...the effects on immediate visual contact would be staggeringly detrimental." "Apparently the excitement outside wasn't enough," replies Declan with the taint of a rather deep bitterness. He takes the jacket and shoves it in a nearby locker - he doesn't need any hindrances, either. Then Mac's off and running, and Deco's thinking, trying to figure out what just happened there...and he takes off after the other teen. Suddenly he stops short - for two reasons. "Ohh, Jesus *fuck*!" he yells, stamping his foot. Oh he's cursing up a storm now. He hasn't even seen Marcus, and he's carrying on like this. Finally he gets ahold of himself and yells after Cubbie, cupping his hands around his mouth, "Office is THAT way...and you'd better let me go. These stupid leatherwearing arseholes can't hurt me. *Just* me...fucking shoelace...fuck..." He starts jogging again, trying to get to where he thinks the concentration of gangers''ll be. [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan says, "Not even a little." [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan says, "Cuteness, I mean. That is a cool-assed thing about Lyn, yes. :)" [Scions] Cassie grins. [Scions] Cassie says, "Why I love this concept. ;)" [Scions] Cassie says, "At least in part. ;)" [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "She's da bomb." [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan says, "And hot damn, I love you, Sci. Please, please, PLEASE keep it up. I'm so goddamn impressed!" [Scions] Cassie says, "YES YES YES YES!" [Scions] Cassie agrees one hundred thousand percent. [Scions] ScionGM laughs and blushes, "Uhm...thanks. I will continue to do my very best for you all." [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan grins, "And I'm not just impressed...I'm REALLY FUCKING IMPRESSED. That there was lateral thinking. You really -do- remember weird things." [Scions] ScionGM laughs and winks and nods, "I do try. Just try and keep that in mind when something comes back to haunt your ass some twenty issues later..." ;) [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica pounces the GM and licks his face. [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan says, "I'll laugh. :) So awesome!" [Scions] ScionGM eeeeeeks! and gets tackle-slobbered. [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica pouts. "Hey, men aren't suppose to 'eek' when I do that." [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan starts laughing again. "Fucking shoelace..." [Scions] ScionGM ahems, "Wooooo-hooooo!?" [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan pounces and licks Ronnie. [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica yays! Even as his fist is on the way towards it's impact Marcus seems to realize what he's just done. He tries to halt the strength of the blow but he cannot override physics..and the deed is done. That zoned out look disappears even as his hand crunches into the body of the ganger and sends him hurtling back. Dead..while his own eyes widen as in an instant everyone who saw this suddenly now realizes just why this wierd huge kid backed out of all the contact sports in school. Despite having the potential to be the best they've seen in years. The mountainous dude wanted to make the gangers pay but in an instant he just sank down to being just as bad as them and pretty much ruined his own life for as far as he can see it going from here on out. "Oh God." he mutters as he draws his bloodied fist back and stares at it. o O (..I'm fucked now..) Numerous options run through his mind now. He could just go all out at this point. He's pretty much ruined any normal chance of living from here on out so what's to protect. As the shotgun and screams of the other ganger registers he just more or less stands there. The gun pressing against the expansive width of his fairly beefy midsection and sinking slightly into the mass that is the giants large belly. Yet he doesn't even seem to react to it and for an instant at least this ganger's life is spared while Marcus' appears to be on the verge of suicide..unless his body is simply /that/ tough. [Scions] Marcus poses 'for he forgets [Scions] !Hairy, McNeil says, "Like that kid I killed..." [Scions] Marcus sniffles [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan says, "Crikey, you didn't kill him...gonna smack you ';round..." [Scions] ScionGM patpats Marcus, "Its okay, big guy. You got a strength you can easily lose control of...besides...in the immortal words of /the/ Gamer: It was a bad-guy." ;) [Scions] ScionGM is kidding, of course! [Scions] Marcus crieeeees and descends into the depths fo mutant angst..and then he realizes that sucks and so gets over it quickly. [Scions] ScionGM LOLs % You have new mail in /home/brainy9/Mailbox [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan claps Marcus on the back. "Good-oh! We don't need no Summerses." [Scions] ScionGM says, "I suspect we'll see some mutie, teen angst crop up now and again, though I don't really see any of these characters as the 'Wo is me,' type." [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan says, "No no, we hide our angst in drugs and alcohol. ;)" [Scions] Cassie jots down 'hide angst in drugs and alcohol'. Hey Dec, think you could give Lyn some pointers in how to do that? ;) [Scions] ScionGM laughs and nods, "That's right...at least till it can be re-directed and channeled in more focused and productive means..." [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan says, "Sure! ^_^" [Scions] Cassie says, "Cooooooool." [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan blinks at Sci. "What, and forget how to party? Keep yer damn team, I'm changing my name and going back to England and join F.66..." [Scions] ScionGM LOLs!!! Veronica comes running up behind Marcus when no answer is given to her query, wanting to check on the behemoth. She comes up just short and in time to be an unfortunate witness to his fist finding a new home in a caved in skull. She blinks, pausing for barely a moment, though the way her system is racing, it might as well be an eternity. She turns her eyes to Marcus, at first surprise registering, but then she turns -- perhaps taking it in stride? Or at the very least, not about to be sit there all shocked considering the situation. Apparently having a teacher's head splatter all over you tends to give you a new perspective on life. Then, she catches the shotgun. "Shit..." And even if he acts, he doesn't have to, as she's not about to let him die if she can help it. He saved her life, she owes him one. She does a spinning kick aimed specifically at the shotgun wielding teen's arm in every hope of deflecting the gunfire. She hopes. [Scions] ScionGM says, "Who said /anything/ about forgetting how to party?" [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "Ain't nuttin' wrong with killing 'em. I wish I would've killed mine. Dammit." [Scions] ScionGM LOLs again, "Oh, sorry, Roni. Quick...go step on their heads while their unconscious..." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica yays! [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "Nah. See, I figured I'll just leave them in pain. I'm sadistic. Death? So quick, so easy." [Scions] ScionGM giggles, "Oh boy...we got a Dark Angel here..." ;) [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan Re-directing and making angst more productive? Sounds suspiciously like Summersgreynatecablescottalexjean... [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica thought mind numbing sex and great drugs was a positive outlet? [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan says, "Oh come on, Sci, that's what the Nephilim are. :)" [Scions] ScionGM says, "Oh...you mean it sounds like that horrible word...r-e-s-p-o-n-s-i-b-i-l-t-y? ;)" [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan points and shrieks at Ronnie, "NEPHIL! NEPHIL!" Then he pauses. "But wait. Oholibamah was a hottie." [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan says, "Sci: Responsibility is overrated. :) Besides, they don't know how to have fun. Channelling angst? Come on. That means you have to -deal- with angst, make it a weapon. It's distasteful. :)" [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan says, "Ignoring it utterly, OTOH...wheee!" [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan says, "Speaking of which, I think I still have some wine left." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica snickers and poses for Dec. "And if you're a good boy, you get to see more." [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan oooohs. [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan has -got- to stop hanging out with those In Nomine people. ;) [Scions] ScionGM chuckles, "You ought to check out the Nephlim RPG by Chaosium, Dec." [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan nooooos! Too many RPGs as is! [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan BRBs. Zach and Lyn, you doing Halloween stuff at ZH? BRB! [Scions] ScionGM says, "Zach, you posing, bud? Or is that where we are pausing for the night?" [Scions] Zach isn't posing. ;) [Scions] ScionGM cools, "Okay. Then we pause there for the night. Wednesday we'll get to see if Lyn get's chased, Roni's kick at the ganger, and four of the crew hook up. And Zach'll get to wake up, too! [Scions] Cassie grins. [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica weehoos! [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "I got Wednesday off too :)" Errolyn has disconnected. [Scions] Cassie HUGS all, and goes to take a shower, then go to bed! [Scions] ScionGM says, "Night, Cassie!" Zach has disconnected. [Scions] ScionGM thinks, too, that it is time for bed, "Head hurts, got work in the morning...and a daughter and her bottle to be aware of..." [Scions] !Hairy, McNeil waves night. :) [Scions] ScionGM says, "Oh...if I don't see you tomorrow...HAPPY HALLOWEEN!" [Scions] Marcus says, "SO we done? :)" [Scions] ScionGM nods, "For tonight, yeah, Marc. Good session, by the way." [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan thinks so, yes. ;) [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan says, "Oh fuck YES it was. ;)" [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica snickers. [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan also pokes Mac. "I miss WALLYYYYY....." [Scions] ScionGM smiles, "I'm really happy you're enjoying yourselves. Anywho...night, ya'll."