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 Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 5:16 am
Broken Hearts and Bodies
Rank: Two
Antagonist: Heartbreak Victim
NPC Accompaniment: No
Souls available:  x2
Mission: SUCCESS/FAILURE
Austin, Texas. It was hot, humid, and generally nice, with blue skies and not-so-crowded streets. On one such street, a young woman stood, leaning against the hood of a average type car set to the side. The hood was popped up, with smoke billowing out, swaying gently with the breeze as the girl, Melissa, tried frantically to use a day-old newspaper to fan the engine.
It was a useless attempt, since the smoke was fake, but nobody but she knew that.
The man in the shop across the street had been watching her for a while, perhaps a few minutes, before his kind heart won out, and he stepped out onto the street. "Hey, you need help there?" The words were called from a cautious distance, but carried nonetheless.
Chris had heard rumors, lately, of men who were being attacked by a young woman, but though he was wary, he didn't think he would fall for such a thing.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 9:03 am
"It's so friggin hot!" Zoe whined as she followed Red down the street. She scowled as she eyed at the sun, wondering why they had taken on such a mission in the first place. "What happened to going down under to the cold and enjoying snow?" she whined.
Jared turned back to her with a scowl, eyeing the technician. She was stressed in micro shorts and a pair of sneakers that seemed to have been dyed in green acid: it was the only acceptable description of the color. "Because cold weather means more clothes and they slow you down." he answered... for about the hundredth time. He shook his head as he eyed the scenery. "Come on, after I'll get you an ice cream, or something."
"Not going to be as good as the ice cream back home." she started with a pout, listlessly following her weapon as they walked down the street. She frowned as she eyed a car that looked like it had inhaled smoke. "See? At least if we had a car..."
"Do you drive?" was Jared's only answer, to which her scowl deepened.
"Fine, fine." she muttered, waving a hand in his direction. "I'll get a license, and THEN can we take the car around?"
Jared snorted as he watched her, shaking his head. "PMSing?" he asked wryly as he frowned. There was a car and a woman in trouble... but it would be too much to stop their mission and held them out.
"Sorry." was her grudging answer as she hitched down the pair of shorts. They were riding up too high. "I'll treat us to a couple of shirts later, okay? Like... my best friend went to Austin and all they got me was a lousy T-shirt."
Jared snorted as he eyed her, and nodded his head. "Come on. Why don't we..." he stopped.
"Help the woman out as well?" was her response as she rolled her eyes. "Alright, fine Red. You can play knight in shining armor if you want... but you owe me ice cream."
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 6:23 pm
The girl fanning the engine paused at the words, head coming up to reveal a single tear, rolling slowly down her slightly dust-smudged cheek. Men could never resist crying damsels in distress, she had learned. "Would you take a look?" The words were spoken with a little more volume than she would like, but the man was so far away, it was necessary.
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed two teens approaching - perhaps on a date? Her eyes narrowed fractionally at the thought, before she turned back to fanning the engine, using it as an outlet for the anger she felt. Guaranteed, judging from the way the male looked so irritated at the girl, he would dump her soon.
Men were all like that, uncaring about the hearts of those they touched.
The man across the street had cautiously wandered over during her fanning stint, and was now standing at a discreet distance, looking over the engine. Lifting her tear-stained, timid face, she placed one hand softly on the man's arm, hopeful eyes searching the man's face as the entrance to her trap swung tight. "Can you see what's wrong?"
The hand that was on the arm of the man moved slightly as she leaned down to peer at the engine, the ring on her thumb releasing a single drop of liquid that landed solidly on the man's skin. The movement was hidden by hand and body, but she would have to be careful for the next few minutes as the drug took effect.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 5:34 am
YOUR TARGET HAS MADE HER MOVE
While you've been chattering away, the poison has been doing its work, and the man falls over with a thud. The target's accomplice rushes appears from out of nowhere and... It's time to attack! Who are you going to approach first, and how? What are the two doing with the man?
(min. 200 words)
PLEASE ROLL A 10-SIDED DICE TO DETERMINE THE SUCCESS/FAILURE OF YOUR ATTACK. 3 THROUGH 10 IS SUCCESS. 1/2 IS FAIL. GOOD LUCK!
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ikshiva rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 6:19 am
Jared blinked, wondering if the heat had been too much for the man. But that wasn't the only issue, was it? Watching as the accomplice rushed out of hiding from the side of the car, he couldn't help but stare dumbfounded for a second.
"You have terrible taste in women!" Zoe yelled out, perhaps too indiscreetly. It was enough however to have Jared shift into weapon form. Her hands fit around his hilt snugly, and he could hear her laughter tremble through her fingers. Laughter, and excitement.
Focus came his irritated answer as he watched the women drag the body away from them, to the other side of the car. He almost growled with irritation: the weather, Zoe being all moody, the fact that this woman hadn't been a damsel in distress... he was supposed to be the smart one of the pair!
Really? Zoe's teasing was taunting.
The accomplice. He ignored her.
It was difficult enough to focus in the heat, but Zoe felt the adrenaline start to pump through her system. She smiled, a happy, almost vicious smile as she tensed on the balls of her feet, dancing slightly from side to side.
"You're mine." she crooned, lunging for the accomplice.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 6:55 am
YOUR TARGET IS ATTACKING
Outraged at the death of her accomplice, the woman jumps at you with hands outstretched, rings dripping with poison. Do you dodge or do you attack? What does she say to you and do you respond?
PLEASE ROLL A 10-SIDED DICE TO DETERMINE THE SUCCESS/FAILURE OF YOUR ATTACK. 3 THROUGH 10 IS SUCCESS. 1/2 IS FAIL. GOOD LUCK!
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ikshiva rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 7:10 am
Watch Out!
Zoe barely had time to enjoy seeing the accomplice fall when she saw the 'damsel' jumping towards them. Placing her foot on the body and yanking the sword out with her might, she stumbled backwards. She moved away instinctively, half running, half skipping away from the hands. Something seemed to be dripping off the rings, and she had a feeling it would not be nice to get in contact with it.
"He's going to leave you, like the rest of them." the woman said, her words alarmingly calm compared to the expression on her face. "They all do. It's better to kill them all. To let them suffer the way we suffer."
Zoe lunged, only to have the woman reach out. Barely able to alter her weight, she missed the poison and landed on her butt.
"Never." Zoe smirked. "You must be a terrible girlfriend. But Red will never leave me."
She scrabbled back, using the sword to heave herself upright. The woman seemed to be staring at her with a look of pity. Contempt. It flew over the tech's head, as did most things that she deemed too difficult to understand.
"He's my partner."
It's an opening.
"You don't need to tell me." she muttered under her breath at the expression of confusion. And with that, she threw Red at the target.
Oh please oh please oh please oh please...
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 7:59 am
The 'damsel' screeches as the flaming blade pierces right through her heart, eyes seeking the girl that felled her. "That's what you think now..."
The two bodies disappear, leaving the man alone on the pavement - alive, but unconscious. in their place appears two souls, bouncing softly... Boing...
CONGRATS, YOU HAVE SUCCEEDED
Now, please eat/absorb/whateveritisyoudo the SOULS you've obtained to end your Mission.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 8:13 am
Jared morphed back, and seemed to be staring at where the woman had disappeared. He seemed deep in thought, and it was trouble enough for Zoe that she felt as if she had to say something. Something about how the woman was wrong. How they'd never be apart. How they were destined to be together until he tried to kill her out of frustration. How...
"Two souls boinging kind of look like boobs,don't you think?"
Jared turned slowly at her words, a look of astonishment on his face that this was what she could come up with. She stood there, smiling at him placidly.
"Come on, molest the boobies quickly. I think the man might still be alive, and we promised each other we wouldn't let anyone else die, right?"
Zoe walked away then, walked to crouch by the man and to feel for his pulse. Jared's look of astonishment faded, and was replaced by something akin to the way an owner might stare lovingly at a dumb pet.
"Bon apetito!" she called out as he bought the souls to his mouth. "Pervert."
They were still partners.
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