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Post by Greg Cypress on May 5, 2011 15:31:25 GMT
"You're going to have to catch me up a bit, here. Hellfire Club? I've never heard of 'em. Who the hell IS this Mantis guy, anyway?"
He looked at Kevin's leg.
"Jesus man, and you're pointing guns at us and asking if WE'RE infected?"
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Post by Kevin Williams on May 5, 2011 16:10:53 GMT
Kevin rolled down his pant leg and beckoned the others to follow him into the abandoned gift shop.
"Well I know I'm not infected" he answered Greg as his slid his rocket launcher into the Harlock for recharging "As for the Hellfire Club, they're are basically Mantis's henchmen."
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Post by Sir Peter Mantis on May 5, 2011 16:37:06 GMT
Not far from the group of heroes.... Amidst chaos and desolation strode the lieutenants of Mantis's army. Occasionally they met one another and small skirmishes erupted between undead minions as the demons and greater undead dueled to gain favor in the eyes of their leader. Steel against flesh and hellfire burned bones as the creatures fought for supremacy. As soon as it started it ended, both creatures sensing a greater being approaching. Down the street strode a human sized figure cloaked in rotting fabrics and rusted armor. His pointed hood flopped quietly as he approached the two feuding monsters. At his approached the undead minions dropped to one knee leaving the two larger, stronger monsters the only ones standing. As the figure approached he reached out and drew an intricate symbol in the air. As soon as he finished, the two lieutenants fell over in pain as boils and green pus erupted from their skin. The figure never slowed in its stroll as its feet walked through the puddle of disease that had once been two great demons of Hell. As the figure passed the remaining zombies resumed their fight, with their lieutenants dead and their final commands still burned in their minds.... |
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on May 5, 2011 17:24:58 GMT
Suzie looked past the three men.
"Something's coming," She said. "Yanks, posh-boy, let's go!"
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Post by Thomas Reagan on May 5, 2011 21:22:29 GMT
Thomas had been nearby. But now that he felt it, he landed beside the other Riders and GARO, whom he didn't recognize at the moment as the Prince, or former Prince, he would have figured.
"This is not going to be good." He muttered, then recognized Drake.
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on May 5, 2011 21:59:45 GMT
Suzie looked up.
"You ..." She stepped towards him and then stopped "Why the Hell are you here?"
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Post by Thomas Reagan on May 5, 2011 22:04:00 GMT
"This is my home. I came independently so I could defend it." He told her, "I'm not here to fight you or other Riders. I'm not here to discuss Labat either. Let's put that fight aside and fight these...things."
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on May 5, 2011 22:15:00 GMT
Suzie grittedher teeth and clenched her fist.
"Fine," She sighed "But you are going to be explaining yourself to me,"
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Post by Thomas Reagan on May 5, 2011 22:16:16 GMT
"What do you want explained?" He questioned, switching Medals into the Tajador Combo to prepare for the fight.
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Post by Thomas Reagan on May 5, 2011 22:47:35 GMT
Thomas threw his arms out to his sides. Peacock feathers flew out around his back, launching forward to assail the demons with a bladed/missile/flurry attack.
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Post by Suzie Miyazaki on May 5, 2011 22:52:09 GMT
"You took his driver," She growled "He's been possessed by ... something now, I hope your happy,"
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Post by Thomas Reagan on May 5, 2011 22:54:08 GMT
"After destroying his Driver, he made his own choices, I would assume." Thomas said, unleashing fireballs from his Taja Spinner at the demon, though the blasts didn't do too much damage.
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Post by Greg Cypress on May 5, 2011 23:13:03 GMT
Greg decided not to bother butting into the conversation, and instead called the Civil Servant back to his side, transforming once again into Glory Form.
"Let's mop this place up!"
He headed directly into the fray, fists and feet first. The undead clawed at him, but to no avail. These zombies wouldnt even be a threat if it wasn't for the incredible number of them. His flag scarf billowed out behind him as he assessed the situation. Someone HAD to be calling the shots.
"This might be easier than Jane Camille in my Seventh grade Math class, but we can't do this forever! Go for the head and the body dies! Hell, these things are so poorly organized that they're fighting each other, too!"
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Post by Kevin Williams on May 5, 2011 23:39:25 GMT
+I'm confused....What are we fighting? The cut away I posted via Mantis was somewhere, just preparing for a bigger plotline later on in the thread....So what are we attacking?...+
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Post by William Arthur Philip Louis on May 5, 2011 23:47:49 GMT
(You were...I thought we were fighting the cut away?)
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