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Post by CS-Stormgear on Aug 9, 2015 0:00:12 GMT
If you haven't already, please sign up hereHEROES & VILLAINS
STANDARD RULES1. Wait for everyone to post. As we go, an order between players will be decided. KEEP IN ORDER NO MATTER WHAT, for everyone's mental sake. 2. Be Respectful Pretty Much, Don't be an ass 3. No God Mode, and all that jazz 4. Post an app before you play. 5. Have Fun. [ MORE RULES WILL BE ADDED SOON ]
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Post by CS-Stormgear on Aug 9, 2015 0:06:11 GMT
August 17th - Trinity, New York
The Day had been overwhelming. The pain, the horror, and most of all, the large jolt in her stomach that made her want to puke. The first day of school.
Since her mother and father's horrendous death, which had only been a few months ago, Gav was finally hurled back into the dark abyss of school. Going back to the drama and such made her want to crawl back into her room, and stay away from every living soul in existence. But since her aunt insisted, going to her new school was a priority, just to not disappoint.
Gav Stood on the front steps of the school, looking at the door ways that poured and sucked in students. Trinity High, home of the Raiders.
Walking up the steps and through the doors, Gav pushed herself aside to dodge a group of large football guys, which were darting down the first corridor to her left. To the right, where the men came from, was a small set of cheerleaders. They giggled, and already looked and judged her attire of a plaid shirt and jeans. Her low cut converse were already torn, and her hair in a plain pony. Gav didn't glimpse towards the group, which she kept walking.
Hell, How delighting. She thought
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Post by Ulti on Aug 9, 2015 0:51:45 GMT
August 16th, Trinity New York, The Docks
In the darkness of the night, a man ran across the dimly lit docks, running away from something. He continued to sprint, and turned a corner, and continued to run. He panted louder and louder until luck finally gave in, and he found his friends. "Woah! Jimmy! Where the hell've you been?! One of them asked as he stood up from where he had been sat, smoking a cigarette. All 5 men seemed to be wearing some kind of battle wear with kevlar jackets and woolen beanies. Another stood up, walking behind his friend. "Woah, Jimmy, why you breathing so hard?" The man in question, "Jimmy" had his hands placed on his thighs as he bent over, trying to get back lost breath. "He's... he's here!" He screamed. "Who? Who's here?" "The... the mutant! The paranormal we were tracking!" Another man stood up, a concerned expression on his face. "Then god help us all."
Suddenly the sound of footsteps came from around the corner. The men that weren't already standing stood up and all of them aimed their guns at the corner. "Come out with your hands up! Or we will kill you!" And like that, the figure turned the corner and faced them. He hadn't been walking, but running. The man was dressed in a yellow suit with an expressionless, eyeless, noseless and mouthless mask covering his entire head, and atop that, a yellow top hat. "If you say so." The man continued to keep his hand raised as the man closest to the front, "Jimmy", walked towards him. "We're taking you in!".
A rapid and loud sound of projectiles being fired came from behind him, as the two men to the back fell to the ground. They weren't dead, yet. They hadn't been hit by bullets though, but rather nails, fired from a nail gun. Who fired them? The man stood before them. But how could that be? How could he be infront of them and behind them? "What? How are there two of you?! Who is that!? One of the remaining men ask, panicked. "Well that's me. Not me now, but me from before now. I know it won't make sense to your puny minds, but try to relax, would you? Be glad I didn't summon the one with the flamethrower. He paused and then stepped forward a few steps, causing the three remaining men to bunch closer together. "I mean, do you know how hard it is to summon an exact version of you when so many of you exist?" Suddenly, one of the men in the triangle burst into flames, while another's gun turned into water, and Jimmy suddenly exploded in hair all over his body. The man in flames screamed in pain as Jimmy looked at the figure in horror. "What? How?!" "A secondary power of mine, the ability to grant people near me other powers, at random." By now the man who had spontaneously burst into flames had collapsed and died as his corpse continued to burn.
The man with the gun which had turned into water, turned quickly, extremely panicked, in the process touching Jimmy's kevlar vest and turning that into water too. "Stay back! Or I'll turn you into water!" However, the yellow covered man only continued to advance on the duo, "Well isn't someone a clever clogs?" He mocked, before a yellow hand burst from the ocean and grabbed that officer by the ankle, dragging him towards the water. The officer quickly moved his hand to grab the other one, before the wrist of that arm was grabbed by yet another yellow hand. This one however was standing on the docks, in fact right next to him, almost as though he had come out of nowhere. Because he had. This new one was another time duplicate, summoned but a second ago. He also wielded a knife in the hand not grabbing the officer's wrist. Quickly however, the officer would find said knife buried in his ribcage, as he tumbled off balance and into the sea as the other hand pulled him down.
30 seconds later his drowned corpse floated up to the top of the sea as the duplicate that had drowned him pulled himself onto the pier. Jimmy who was currently covered in bodily hair backed away in fear as the four duplicates surrounded him. "Please! Don't kill me!" One of the duplicates grabbed him by the throat as the other 3 disappeared, returning to their natural time, the one grabbing him was the one that came from this time. He hoisted Jimmy over the edge of the dock, he could drop him in at a moment's notice. "You work for the PBLE! I know you've been monitoring paranormals in this area! Give me the list of them!" The figure shouted, as Jimmy quivered and took out a piece of paper from his pocket, which the man placed in his own pocket. "Now tell me where the nearest PBLE containment centre is!" "I don't know! I swear!" Jimmy squealed, flailing his limbs helplessly. "Then, my friend." The man had calmed down considerably now, retaining his manners and politeness. "You are no longer of use to me or my plans." and like that, he dropped the flailing PBLE officer into the water, his added mass of hair quickly becoming wet and dragging him to the bottom, drowning him.
But who was the man?
The Yellowhat.
--- August 17th, Trinity, New York
The Yellowhat, the man from the night before wandered his base, a small enclosed area partially underground and covered in TV screens and monitors. He looked at one of them, and on there was surveillance footage of Trinity high. If there was a camera there, he saw what it saw. The list he had gained last night had noted a large population of paranormals in the area, paranormals he could recruit.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Aug 9, 2015 1:29:17 GMT
Picking at the strap of her messenger bag, Gav slouched her shoulders, and grasped the bill of her dull red ball cap and placed it on her head. Gav's invisible act was struck within seconds, in which a man running through the halls body slammed her. Due to the large size difference, Gav hit the floor in a matter of a split second, and the feeling of blood rushing from the side of her head. Her ball Cap tumbled a few feet away, which delayed her invisible act.
The cause of the accident, a football player with a jersey titled '24', faced her. By now, the small puddle of blood was visible underneath Gav's head, which indicated the situation had escalated quickly.
'Holy Sh-' The player swore, kneeling down to help. But Gav was already up on her knees, pushing the guy back. Anger boiled in her hazel eyes, meaning she was upset. "You- Get away from me. J-Just leave me alone.." Gav said, pulling herself to her feet and grabbing her hat, and placing it back onto her head. She then walked away with her hands in her unzipped hoddie pockets, and moving towards the nearest bathroom.
God damn football monkey. Gav thought. Ugh, maybe I should go to the nurse. It'll get me out of this damn place for a day..'
Walking towards the closest mirror, Gav took off her had an lifted her hair, to see where the blood came from. But what startled her was the absence of a crack, or a cut of any sort. Gav grumbled, sensing it came from her ear. Grabbing some paper towels from the dispenser, Gav cleaned off the blood with water and the local soap, leaning up her ear as best as possible.
Your fine. she thought. Perfectly fine.
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Post by Krovennan (Quaketread) on Aug 9, 2015 10:40:33 GMT
17th August, New York
New York was crowded, so crowded that no-one looked twice at another face in the crowd. A figure, surprisingly warmly dressed for August, with an open, faded grey trenchcoat the only really discerning item on the figure. Anyone taking notice simply dismissed it as some weirdo with strange fashion sense or someone who was ill and trying to continue his day regardless.
The figure ducked into an alleyway, head hunched over, hands in his pockets, trying to keep as unidentifiable as possible as he passed a couple of sleeping hobos and came to an unassuming door leading into the building. Officially, the building had been abandoned for years, but the figure knew better than that. Taking a glance at either side of the alley to ensure he wasn't being watched, the figure raised his leg and kicked the door off it's hinges.
Inside, the scene would have looked right at home in some cheap controversial horror movie. All around were boards of pictures of individuals walking the street, clearly being taken from high-rise buildings without their knowledge. Each image was labelled with choice sayings such as "Possible Paranormal, catch alone and terminate.", "Sympathiser, make it look like an accident.", or "Pre-School Teacher suspected, explosives suggested."
Everywhere else, the walls were plastered with posters. Some were from the few Paranormal shelters that managed to exist defaced with hate speech, others were propaganda of the most heinous kind, depicting Paranormals as demons or threatening death to anyone who supported or aided them. Along the far wall, crates upon crates were stacked, the few that were open clearly showing guns, explosives and all kinds of materials for home-made weaponry.
In the centre of the room, a group of men had already pointed guns at the figure, the group had been centred around a table, the parts and electronics scattered around the table, paired with the tank of gasoline, making their intentions all too clear, each one wore a patch on their coats, a P with a scribbled X through it. The Liberators, the infamous Anti-Paranormal hate group, ready for another bombing on loose pretences.
"Who the hell are you? Take one step and we fill you full of lead scumbag!"
The figure laughed as he examined their faces. Most of them seemed like normal guys, if not for the guns and patches. Anywhere else, the figure would have paid them no mind, but now, now things were very different as he spoke to reply.
So this is where you've been hiding. Bit dangerous to stay in the open after that little fiasco at the Brooklyn Bridge? It was all over the news, the mayor was doing so well keeping calm until they found his wife, or what was left of her after the detonation. Never seen a public official break down so severely on national television, bravo."
"She was a Paranormal, she had it coming."
"You say that, even after the police said they found no trace of Paranormal DNA. What was your evidence? That she had just made a generous donation to the police force to hunt you down for your unacceptable attitude to collateral damage, the fact she passed your little camera trap? Or just because Mommy and Daddy didn't hug you enough?"
"What's it to you anyway?"
"Oh that's simple, I'm just here to kill you."
At that, the group squeezed their triggers to open fire, but no bullets came out, looking to their guns, the figure simply stood as molten metal began to leak out of the gun barrels. Panicking the group rushed to the back to get more guns, but as they cracked open the crates, glowing orange metal burst out of the crates, their guns and bombs melted to a tide of orange as the members of the group fell screaming one by one.
The two who caught on moved away from the crates, only for the metal to flow out over the ground like a tide, searing their legs and trapping them in the metal as it cooled almost instantly, becoming solid as the figure walked over the metal, the hand of one of the group sticking out, limp and lifeless. Looking around, Vulcan took the can of gasoline from before and began splashing it around the room.
"Damn Paranormal scumbag. I hope the PBLE fries you!"
The figure splashed the gasoline over a crate of dynamite as he dropped the empty can and walked out, turning to the talkative Liberator as he pulled out a match, blowing on it gently as the tip caught fire.
"Not if I fry them first."
Tossing the match flippantly to the gasoline trail, the figure walked out of the building as if nothing had happened, rounding the corner and onto the street, walking away from the building as a massive explosion rocked out over the street, the building instantly catching fire on all floors as people rushed to call the fire brigade. The figure carried on regardless, heading towards Trinity, past the school.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2015 15:20:37 GMT
August 17th Brooklyn New York
A man stood tall on a Roof top with purple light armor attachments he had no Family no friends and the only thing that bothered him the most was hiding, the "Mutant Haters" had rid of some Mutants because of their fear of them polluting parts of small towns Manhattan was filled with these Paranormal some were choosing the path of a righteous road in Justice while others became antihero types or Some can just be plain Evil wicked cruel however we call them..Villians
The purple figure leaped and parkoured into the city streets hunting for these so proclaimed "Villians" and give em reason to be afraid of something other than having to be feared by low level species or by their own Shadow just because of differences, he needed to become a legacy, a Night-Watch.
Now these paramilitary forces roam the land because of the disturbances that aroused Human anatomy after the mutants came, but behind all those guns and the force should ask..who's are the real Monsters around here?
"Its time...time to put an end to this Uprising"
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Aug 9, 2015 16:30:37 GMT
AUGUST 17th, TRINITY NYThe tardy bell rung as soon as she'd stepped foot in her biology class, which was packed to the brim. Gav crept silently to the back of the room, which the teacher had walked in when she sat down. And, like any other teacher, skipped the intro and began to lecture on the daily subject. Gav fiddled with her hands and ignored the teacher, looking down at her hands to keep herself busy. She closed her eyes, and mustered the courage to look and and speckle around the room. Immediately when she looked up, the door slammed open and three men in hockey masks charged into the room. The first two charged in and waved there guns around, and the third locked and barricaded the door. "Ain't Nobody goin' anywhere." The first, a tall 6'4 male said, waving his gun around as if he were In charge. The other two seemed to be henchmen, or something of the sort. Mixed emotions were felt amongst the students, 20 in total. Some of the girls were already crying out of fear, while some of the football guys stood up to fight. The men with the guys remained superior, keeping everyone at a distance. Gav remained in her seat, half aware of the events that were unfolding. Gav's hands stuck to the desk's surface. The class was being kept hostage, for reasons that she didn't know. The second guy, a shorter 5'11 man, turned towards the teacher, who was charging forward. The man pointed his gun at the teacher's chest, and fired three consistent rounds. The male tumbled to the ground in his own blood, injured and incapacitated. "Nobody move or you'll get shot." The second guy yelled, which the third guarding the door dropped his jaw. "I didn't sign up for this." The guy slurred. "Holy Scrap."
NEW YORK CITY NYReports of a school shooting and hostage situation crossed the headlines of the city, news stations blowing up on the recent and ongoing news. On News Channel 11, and man began to report some news. "Just today, and still ongoing, a shooting at Trinity High School, Just south of New York, has been confirmed. Gunshots have been heard throughout the school, but there is no report of death. We will have more news, live from Trinity New York."
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Post by Ulti on Aug 9, 2015 16:44:20 GMT
A knock came from the closed door the biology lab, almost as though whoever was knocking had no idea of the situation inside. "Mr. Smith, are you alright? I got you some more coffee!" The voice sounded like a male, probably a Teaching Assistant, or atleast the Gunmen might think that was who it was.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2015 19:18:02 GMT
"That doesn't sound friendly.."
Night Watch overhears a Gunshot somewhere three at least, he drops and lands onto a Bus and tries summoning his Vehicle the "Winger" and drives off trying to track down the scene of the Gunshots heard
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Post by Krovennan (Quaketread) on Aug 9, 2015 21:33:18 GMT
The figure walked through the streets calmly, fire engines and ambulances rushing through the streets towards the site of his latest handiwork. Stopping at the side of an electronics store, the TV displayed the news, expecting to see news of his own work, the figure was surprised to hear a news bulleting about a school shooting in the area. The figure grimaced, this place was becoming more and more unbearable by the second. New York may soon be a place he would have to leave behind, and he sure as hell wouldn't miss it. Taking note of the location, the figure looked out around the area for a way to get to Trinity faster, his eyes falling on a Ducati Streetfighter parked and unattended: Grand Theft Auto seemed a minor crime in comparison to the mass killing and arson he'd just committed, meaning the figure felt little remorse as he mounted the motorcycle, his fingerless glove-clad hand touching the ignition key as he used his powers to hotwire the engine, retracting the kickstand and speeding down the road, weaving through traffic as he headed for Trinity, engine whining loudly above the hustle of packed streets.
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Post by CS-Stormgear on Aug 10, 2015 0:02:06 GMT
Night Watch overhears a Gunshot somewhere three at least, he drops and lands onto a Bus and looks at the Display showing "Trinity NY", he grinned and after he made it he jumps off and unto another building climbing briskly onto a Roof, he gets his goggles on from the top of his mask or cowl turning on Detective vision zooming into different buildings, he could see at least 4 hostiles holding hostages in a school, he turns off detective mode and grapples onto a building nearby, he swings him self onto the school building roof and silently tears a vent door off at the top of the roof, then he would jump and slide gracefully while holding on to slow down between spaces, he crouched and started to silently takedown the Gunman in front of him and Stealthily removes the restraints off the Hostages he looks at the door wondering who It was probably a teacher or thug or law enforcement, Night-Watch take out a smoke bomb throws it in the middle of the room he quickly nods to the Hostages to hold their breath for 30 Seconds ((This is considered God Mode. Most of the elements at least. I'd ask that you please edit or remove this post. Your character made it to Trinity New York in a matter of seconds, and proceeded to take down gunmen and release hostages. Not all of this can happen immediately. ))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2015 12:07:46 GMT
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Aug 10, 2015 14:22:17 GMT
Two of the gunmen turned towards the door, which the knock and voice had emitted itself. One held there gun towards the door, while the second prepared to open the door. The lock squeaked as the door opened, which the second guy reached outward to grab who was waiting.
Gav turned her head towards the first guy, who was still watching the students. Gav looked down at her messanger bag, which was in the middle of her feet. The thugs had taken away everyone's phone, except Gav, because 'she didn't have one'. It was a bull Scrap lie, but they'd found out eventually. She, however, also had a pocket knife in the side pocket, which may help in the current situation. slowly with her legs, she raised her bag slowly, since her hands were on the desk, she slowly slipped one of them towards the surface, and reached down to grab her knife.
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Post by Ulti on Aug 10, 2015 14:51:33 GMT
As the thug opened the door, he would be greeted by a fist flying towards his face which would be followed by a kick aimed for the groin. If both attacks connected the thug would most likely studder backwards, and would then likely take a kick to the head from the same person, a move to knock him to the floor. If that happened, his existence would be ended by a bullet aimed around the head/neck area. However, Yellowhat had planned for this, after all his helmet was still patched into the cameras, he knew there was a man pointing a gun at him.
That was why he summoned his first time duplicate, one who didn't have any weapons other than the twin pistols all of them had, unlike the duplicate summoned the night before who wielded a nail gun or anything of the like. However, he wouldn't put his weapons to use, instead placing his hand on the barrel of the gun and lowering to face the floor. Yellowhat summoned his third duplicate, who appeared behind the second gunman, he picked up a chair and brought it down towards the Gunman's head, attempting to smash the chair over it, a move which would daze him and break the chair up.
If this happened, the third duplicate would use his opponent's dazed state to his advantage as he caught a snapped chair leg as it flew through the air, and would attempt to stab it into the Thug's right eye socket, with enough force that it could go all the way through and puncture the man's brain, killing him. But the duplicate wanted to make sure he would die if this happened, and when the thug hit the floor him and the second duplicate (The one that had stopped the thug from firing at the original Yellowhat) would begin to beat on him, punching, kicking, shooting and stabbing his body.
While all of this commotion would be going on, the fourth and final Yellowhat would be summoned, and like his predecessor would appear behind his target, the last remaining thug, the one watching over the class. He brought his right fist forward, aiming to punch the thug in the back of the head, and if he did so, it would connect with hopefully enough force to send him flying forward, head first into a table.
If this happened, the duplicate would then continue to beat on the thug as his head slammed against the table, beating his head deeper and deeper into it, until the table would eventually break from the applied force, after which the duplicate would attempt to deliver two bullets to the back of his skull.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2015 15:16:48 GMT
Night-Watch looks over to his scanner in is Winger to reveal that he's getting closer to Trinity New York, if he was any closer he would've tried ejecting his seat in the air pulling a string to reveal a metal chute shaped like an Owls wings to glide over Trinity street and if he landed the wings would retract from his back
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Post by Shadowstrike on Aug 10, 2015 15:59:29 GMT
17th August, New York, Times squareIn most cases picking out a paranormal from a crowd was impossible, after all the majority looked just like any other human being will their powers lay dormant. Aaron Ryder was one such case of this as the man walked down the street his lightly tanned skin did nothing to reveal his unnatural abilities as he continued walking down the busy street, the only reason he received a number of second glances being his mature face that was covered lightly by a dark streak of jet black facial hair with sideburns that met up to his slightly spiked hair. The numerous ladies that gave him a second look caused a smile to cross his face and an exceptional gleam in his beige eyes as the man reached his destination of Hilton Garden Inn, it was at this point his smile shrank to be replaced by a serious and business like expression. A perfect fit for the black business suit and pants that he currently wore, along with the dark navy blue shirt and matching silk black tie. It was no wonder that he was receiving a number of looks outside as he strode towards the receptionist desk. Just as he was within half a dozen steps away from the desk he began reaching into his right suit pocket revealing a small wallet that he flipped out towards the female receptionist.Aaron Ryder: I believe you where expecting me.Addressing the women with a perfectly clear British accent likely from somewhere up south such as Scotland the man reached the desk by the time he was finished speaking. Lifting the wallet to be seen, within was held a P.B.L.E authorisation I.D card which he withdrew from the wallet then placed quickly down against a scanner located on the desk until a confirmation beep was heard.Receptionist: You've been allocated room two hundred and seventy three as requested. Your equipment has also been dropped off, we hope you have a pleasant time here and wish you good luck.Picking the card back up Aaron quickly placed it back into his wallet before returning it to it's rightful place in his suit pocket.Aaron: Thank you.Leaving with a respectful nod of the head he proceeded to move towards the hotel elevator as a call came from the cell phone in his suit jacket, he almost instantly gripped for the phone pulling it out and accepting the call as he spoke without even having glanced at the number.Aaron: So far I've identified two paranormal's they've been largely unaware of their dormant abilities but scanners picked them up, their likely delta whiskey's. I tagged them but I don't think they're the ones we've been receiving reports about.Entering the elevator he quickly tapped the floor number as he waited for the callers reply.: Understood Shadow a light squad will pick them up will you hunt down the larger targets. We have conformation that last night some of our staff members at the docks went dark, it's not likely to be a coincidence. From what we have been able to establish their was signs of paranormal signatures in the area.Aaron: Ok. I'll set the communications tower for a long range scan will I'm preparing myself. It should pick up anyone that's not a cloaker and if your right about their still being signatures at the docks they're likely not.Deactivating the call just as his elevator reached his floor, Aaron continued onwards to his room as he opened the door their was a coffee table in the centre of the main room. Sitting on that table was a large briefcase that he knew was holding some of his gear the moment he spotted it. Stepping further into the room he closed the door locking it almost the moment it was shut and cautiously spent the next ten minutes checking the room for bugs or anything else out of the ordinary. During this procedure he also spotted a second larger box in his bedroom sitting on top of his bed, piecing it together he figured the larger box would be holding his armour as he opened the box the first thing he did was take out the torso piece.
Placing it gently back on the bed he reached to the back of the armour and began to uplink with the wifi area and signal tower allowing him to upgrade the wide span area scanner within the armour. Aware it would take some time to process he then took the long action of removing the other armour pieces and checking to ensure they hadn't been damaged in the travel, of course as expected of P.B.L.E the armour was immaculate. The same could be said for the weaponary in the main room as he proceeded to painstakingly disassemble and clean every weapon more out of habit rather than necessity.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Aug 10, 2015 16:05:44 GMT
The first gunman at the door was strucken by Yellowhat's attack, which the first guy stumbled into the wall behind him. However, during the confusion, The thug's gun was taken from him, revealing to him that he was unarmed. Now against the wall, he pulled a knife from his belt hems, serving as a close up weapon.
The second gunmen, fell backwards onto the teacher's desk, which a slow recovery back to his feet on the other side was enabled. Slightly dazed, the gunman dropped his gun.
The third guy, the largest, turned to hopefully help. Gav however thought he'd help out, which she darted from her chair with her pocket knife in hand. However, the gunman noticed the teenager charge, which he turned the barrel of his Gun towards Gav and fired.
*BAM*
Gav fell to her and fell onto her back, hit by an unknown force of danger. Gav felt something come up her throat, probably vomit from the sudden surprise. Gav turned her head, which surprisingly, and single bullet came out of her mouth. Gav turned onto her side, reaching for her pocket knife and grabbed the rugged wooden hilt. She then pulled herself back up onto her feet and turned towards the gunman, who'd turned towards Yellow Hat. Gav charged forward and brought her knife into the guy's neck, in the back where the spine connected. The guy fell over with a bloody neck, and fell forward. Holding the bullet in her other hand, Gav slipped it into her pocket and hoped nobody would notice her bloody blue t-shirt. However, she didn't notice the bullet hole in the center of her chest. However, not hole in her actually body was scene.
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Post by Ulti on Aug 11, 2015 23:56:02 GMT
As the thug against the wall drew his knife, it was revealed it wouldn't get him far, as the original Yellowhat and the first duplicate, the one that was holding his gun, opened fire on him with both of their twin pistols from where they were standing a few feet ahead of him. That duplicate then returned to his timeline.
The 3 remaining Yellowhat's advanced on the last thug, the original making a note of Gav's apparent survival of a Gunshot wound. They all stopped in a line, about 5 feet from where he lay. All of them raised their twin pistols at the man, as they summoned another duplicate, who wasn't the one from 5 seconds ago, but one holding a rocket launcher in the place of his pistols. "Fire!" The original screamed, unaware of the appearance of the rocket launcher, as he looked over to see, he was too late. "NO!" The rocket whizzed past the thug, but the bullets probably wouldn't. However, the rocket instead hit the wall behind him, sending bits of wall flying, one of which hit a duplicate in the head, puncturing it and killing him. All of the duplicates were returned to the timelines as the remaining Yellowhat was slowly encased in a red bubble-like foam, a paradox. Whatever the foam touched it removed from existence, including people. Quickly Yellowhat was covered in it, and seconds later he and the foam ceased to exist.
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Post by Krovennan (Quaketread) on Aug 12, 2015 0:03:16 GMT
The figure pulled up just outside the school, keeping just beyond the range that any law enforcement on the scene would bother with him. The figure planned to go in when he heard gunshots, followed by a rocket. While conventional weaponry wasn't a worry, others could get harmed, so for now, he laid low, driving into an alleyway close to the school, giving him time to watch and observe the situation, letting him pick his moment.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2015 2:07:21 GMT
Night-Watch sneaks in the back of the School after finally reaching Trinity High and notices a tight suited man who single handedly pretty much saved the Hostages and took down the Thugs, rather violently, he turns to Yellow hat hoping no one else was around
"I appreciate the fair work but..killing them wasn't necessary.."
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