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6/24/2016 12:20:06 AM
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*He turns to you and whispers loud enough to just hear each word clearly*
On my word, we go. If we are seen, avoid eye contact and leave the killing to me.
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I nodded to him, preparing to make a break for it if need be.
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*Mortar slowly turns the corner, ready for anything, especially the damn cultists who were annoying him to the point where he would have just walked up and kill one himself*
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I waited for any kind of signal from Mortar. He obviously knew far more about this than I did.
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*He holds up his arm. Basically meaning stop. He turns back to you and whispers again* Stay here, I'll be right back, trying to find an alternate exit, because the only one I see is with those cultists there. *Around the corner are three cultists doing their STUPID CHANT. A strange sound can be heard, and as you turn back, Mortar is gone, nowhere in sight.*
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At this point, I realized the point of the gum was to calm my nerves and give me something to focus on. Convenient, in that without Mortar, I was feeling very, very exposed. Thus, as quietly as I could, I began chewing like a maniac.
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Edited by BrandRobKus: 6/24/2016 1:32:48 PM*True, it was to calm your nerves and give you something to think of, but it was hard to think of anything else when you heard a pair of heavy footsteps farther down the hall as well as a strange breathing like sound. As they get closer, two voices can be heard* *One seemed to be a deeper, more grave voice* [i]Come on, he disappeared again? We just had him.[/i] *Another seemed higher and seemed like it didn't come from something human* [b]He does this all the time, and what's with this damn chanting? It's hurting my ears![/b] [i]I don't know, but something tells me we shouldn't find out.[/i] [b]I dunno, Maybe this guy knows. HEY YOU![/b]
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... Seriously, FÜCK my life. Hesitantly, I came out from hiding. Just from the sounds of those footsteps, I could tell these guys could rip me apart. "Y-yes?" I said, silently cursing myself for stuttering. Again, though, I think my terror was entirely justified. Remembering the knife in my had, I quickly threw it to the side. It wasn't gonna do me much good anyway, and it looked like the only way out of this was to be as non-threatening as possible.
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*the figures you see don't exactly look human. One of which is a little over six feet tall and has a hood covering his face, no flesh seems exposed. He has a wicked crossbow on his back. As for the other figure, he does not exactly look hostile, but that's probably because he is a cat. An orange cat with orange eagle wings, and he is standing on the first figure, his hind paws on his shoulder, the front paws on his head* [b]Yeah, you there![/b] *That voice came from the cat* [b]You wouldn't happen to know where a thin guy with crimson eyes went, do you? He was right here before he disappeared.[/b] [i]Come on, Mion, he's not gonna know that guy. If anything...[/i] *The first figure notices the knife* [i]He gave that to you, didn't he?[/i]
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"You have a... fück it, nevermind. Are you two talking about Mortar? Crazy bastard, uses a weird green-flaming sword?"
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[i]Yeah, that's the one.[/i] [b]Well of course he'd be crazy to lots of people, he's had ME as a companion. Seriously, how many people have had a flying AND talking cat? Oh, sorry, where are my manners? Name's Mion, probably one of the strangest things a normal person would see in their life.[/b] [i]And I'm Crossbow, and i have this hood on for a reason.[/i] *Crossbow shoos Mion off his head and takes his hood off to reveal a bleached white skull* [b]Yeah, I've known him for a while now, it's still weird.[/b] [i]So did you see where Mortar went? Did he say anything?[/i]
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I rubbed the bridge of my nose in exasperation. Of [i]course[/i] this guy only had a skull. Because why not. "Currently, he's trying to find a way for us to sneak past those cultists you're hearing right now. Preferably without the need for me to try my luck in hand-to-hand."
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[i]Ah, that makes sense. Frankly I wouldn't try my luck, because, while they aren't very durable, their magic is strong [/i] [b]And I'm a damn... I don't know what i am exactly, I'm just gonna say Cat with wings... I hate being called a cat...[/b]
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"So what now? We sit around the campfire telling ghost stories till he gets back?"
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[b]I dunno, what do YOU plan to do? Frankly, we just have to make sure none of us get killed, especially Crossbow. If he's dead, we're all dead.[/b] [i]Yeah, that's true. I'm the only one who can hold my own here[/i]
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I sat back against the wall as I said, "then it's probably best if we stay put and stay quiet until Mortar comes back." I paused. "If he comes back at all, that is."
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[i] He'll come back, he has ways of doing so.[/i] *Almost as if on cue, a strange Whooshing sound can be heard behind you, and Mortar walks up behind you* Oh, hey guys, I didn't know you were here. When did you get here? [i]I'm not sure exactly...[/i] [b]I found him passed out on the ground [/b] Strange... Well, unfortunately, that is the only exit. I'd summon Nekoluga, but he's too big to fit here and will just be a waste of space. Looks like we're gonna have to bite the bullet and take on these guys. [b]Yeah, you do that, and I'm gonna go back where i came from.[/b] No, Mion, you gotta stay. [b]fineeeeee...[/b]
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"And while you guys are having fun, hacking those guys to pieces, I'll just stay here, where I [i]won't[/i] get stabbed, shot, or mauled by some nightmare beast."
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Oh come onnn... this is the experience of a lifetime. You're gonna look back on this and say "this is the best goddamn thing I've done, and you know what? I was happy to do it." Plus, if you're gonna be here, you gotta learn how to kill on your own.
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"Well, gimme something that I can actually use - say, an actual gun - and maybe I won't have to hide in a freaking corner," I grumbled. Really, the hell did they expect me to do with a [i]knife[/i]?
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You can do a lot with a knife. But if you must... *Mortar pulls out what appears to be a .44 Magnum. It is grey and crimson, and the barrel emits a green haze.* I expect this weapon returns to me when I am done.
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...[i]God fücking damnit[/i]. With a sigh and a cringe, I gingerly took hold of the weapon, not entirely sure even holding the damn thing was healthy for me. Maybe someday I'd find something approaching sane in this place, but this was not that day.
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Don't worry, the weapon's fine, it's just... strange looking. It's modified. Don't worry, past this is a General's base, where people are being held for their protection. Those people are more... your speed
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I sighed at that, taking a more firm grip of the weapon. "Let's just get this over with," I mumbled.
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*Mortar nods as he dissolves into the ground. After a few seconds he reforms behind one of the cultists and slices his sword through him. The other cultists notice, and Mortar is locked in combat with two other cultists. Crossbow takes his... well... crossbow, and slowly advances, and Mion stands next to you* [b]so... who are you exactly?[/b]
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I sighed as I came around the corner, taking aim at one of the cultists that was farthest away from Mortar. "Oh, just your friendly neighborhood college nerd in way over his head." I pulled the trigger.
