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xp_logs2010-06-15 05:07 pm
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BoH: New Updgrades
Bakcdated to Tuesday
While trying to help hostages out of the Salem Center, Bobby and Tabitha find themselves confronted by a particularly ill-tempered Reaver
"Shut the fuck up!" A bullet to the knee punctuated his yell, and only the howls of pain from the wounded man continued in the face of the weapon. "You six, against the fucking wall! Anyone without their back to the wall in five seconds eats a bullet. Move!" The Reaver reached down, and with almost contempteous ease, wrenched the wounded man up and slammed him against the wall. "And you, fat boy; one more fucking word and you're taking the next round in the balls, hear me?"
The Reaver dropped the man, who buckled under his injured leg and collapsed at the base of the wall. He was crowd control, and while Pierce had said to minimize any human civilian casualties, he didn't really care much. This operation depended on speed, and any fatassed townie who might slow them down was going to be fed a bullet no matter what their orders.
"Whoa, now did your mother teach you to use that language?" Come a cold voice from behind. Bobby Drake stepped out from the screaming crowd and took center stage a few yards behind the Reaver. His graduation robe already discarded and wrapped around one of the fleeing victims, he was ready to do whatever it took to free the rest. "Or are you another one of those Mommy or Daddy issues that lead you to a life of crime." He let out a smug, dry chuckle. "Typical really."
The Reaver paused for a second, looking vaguely thoughtful, and then with a deceptively simple gesture, shot the wounded man in the other knee. The screams started anew.
"Yeah, so you're the hero. I get it. See these fuckers? There's the hostages. And I'm the bad guy." He gun barrel didn't waver from his targets as he drew the second one. "Which means, hero, unless you put your back to the wall and hands on your head, I'm going to shoot them in the head, and it will be your fault. Because being the bad guy means I don't give a fuck what happens to them."
Tabitha stood with her back to the wall, uncomfortable in the frilly dress she'd worn for the ceremony. She held one hand behind her back with a tiny, as-yet-unrealized bomb. There had to be a way to get him to point that gun at her.
But Bobby wasn't about to take any chances. A smile on his face, he kept his eyes locked onto the psychopath in front of him, taking a few hesitant paces forward. "Go ahead, take your shot." His smile grew bigger to mask the pit growing in his stomach. No one else was going to get hurt today on his watch. "See if it makes it to me..."
"Idiot." The Reaver said, but it wasn't the gun aimed at Bobby that he fired. It was the one aimed at the head of one of his hostages which spat fire.
Closing his eyes, Bobby already had his mind focused on the muzzle of the gun. Hoping he was in time he quickly began slowing the heat of the shrapnel, hoping that he was in time. He wasn't going to have the life of an innocent on his mind. Not here. Not now.
The cloud of cold air couldn't stop the bullet, but as it rapidly cooled and coated it, the deadly projectile lost velocity and gained size, ending up as a fist sized iceball that smashed into the wounded man's face. His nose gave with a crunch and he left writhing in pain, but he was still alive. The Reaver pivoted, superhumanly fast thanks to his cybernetics and drew a bead on Drake, ready to gun him down in response.
Tabitha put her heel to the wall and launched herself at the Reaver while his back was to her. He moved so fast, she suspected some sort of enhancement. Regardless, a bomb down his shirt would at the least slow him down.
Drake saw Tabitha's move after looking up from the hostage's bloody face. "Pierce gave you guys your Wheaties this morning huh?" He hoped to keep the focus on himself as he began slowing the molecules around the cybernetically enhanced foes feet. If he could slow the man down, maybe he could give Tabitha just a little bit of a window.
The Reaver shot Icemen twice, squarely in the chest, the impacts birthing a cloud of ice and snow as the young man went over like he'd been pole-axed. With his feet frozen, he couldn't pivot fast enough to avoid Tabitha's rush, as the blonde woman slammed into him with a football tackle
Bobby came crashing to the ground, grasping at his chest. The ice and leather had save him, but he was still having to catch his breath. With a quick glance he tried to find Tabitha, hoping his ploy had worked.
She put the point of her elbow into the Reaver's neck, the toe of her sandal to the back of his knee. She shoved her bomb down the back of his shirt and tried to use her body weight to bring him to the ground.
The Reaver wrenched her off with one hand; cybernetically augmented strength wins everytime. He flung Tabitha aside, hitting the wall so hard the drywall cracked where she smashed into it. He groped for his gun, having lost his grip when he was attacked, and only then noticed the slight glow coming from over his shoulder when the bomb went off. The overlapping plates of ceramic armor saved his life, but no protection could eliminate the effects of the close explosion. The blast flung him sideways, his clothes on fire and blood pooling beneath his now inert form.
"Looks like the bad guy still loses." Grabbing his stomach, Bobby roll over onto his backside, wincing as he made sure the Reaver was still down. "You ok Tabs, or Meltdown, or whatever..."
Tabitha clutched at her head. "Rattled, but all right." Aside from what she was pretty sure was a concussion. She pushed herself painfully to her feet. There would be bruises, and she wasn't too sure about the state of her ribs. "We need to get help for the injured, see who else is trying to shoot the place up."
Reaching up and pulling at the wall behind him, Bobby found a way to his feet. "You run into the auditorium and check out the scene." He took a few labored steps forward, reaching out his hand towards the downed Reaver. "I'm going to make sure our friend here isn't going anywhere." As he began to form a sheet of ice over the man, Drake didn't hold back. The comfort of the Reaver didn't even cross his mind.
While trying to help hostages out of the Salem Center, Bobby and Tabitha find themselves confronted by a particularly ill-tempered Reaver
"Shut the fuck up!" A bullet to the knee punctuated his yell, and only the howls of pain from the wounded man continued in the face of the weapon. "You six, against the fucking wall! Anyone without their back to the wall in five seconds eats a bullet. Move!" The Reaver reached down, and with almost contempteous ease, wrenched the wounded man up and slammed him against the wall. "And you, fat boy; one more fucking word and you're taking the next round in the balls, hear me?"
The Reaver dropped the man, who buckled under his injured leg and collapsed at the base of the wall. He was crowd control, and while Pierce had said to minimize any human civilian casualties, he didn't really care much. This operation depended on speed, and any fatassed townie who might slow them down was going to be fed a bullet no matter what their orders.
"Whoa, now did your mother teach you to use that language?" Come a cold voice from behind. Bobby Drake stepped out from the screaming crowd and took center stage a few yards behind the Reaver. His graduation robe already discarded and wrapped around one of the fleeing victims, he was ready to do whatever it took to free the rest. "Or are you another one of those Mommy or Daddy issues that lead you to a life of crime." He let out a smug, dry chuckle. "Typical really."
The Reaver paused for a second, looking vaguely thoughtful, and then with a deceptively simple gesture, shot the wounded man in the other knee. The screams started anew.
"Yeah, so you're the hero. I get it. See these fuckers? There's the hostages. And I'm the bad guy." He gun barrel didn't waver from his targets as he drew the second one. "Which means, hero, unless you put your back to the wall and hands on your head, I'm going to shoot them in the head, and it will be your fault. Because being the bad guy means I don't give a fuck what happens to them."
Tabitha stood with her back to the wall, uncomfortable in the frilly dress she'd worn for the ceremony. She held one hand behind her back with a tiny, as-yet-unrealized bomb. There had to be a way to get him to point that gun at her.
But Bobby wasn't about to take any chances. A smile on his face, he kept his eyes locked onto the psychopath in front of him, taking a few hesitant paces forward. "Go ahead, take your shot." His smile grew bigger to mask the pit growing in his stomach. No one else was going to get hurt today on his watch. "See if it makes it to me..."
"Idiot." The Reaver said, but it wasn't the gun aimed at Bobby that he fired. It was the one aimed at the head of one of his hostages which spat fire.
Closing his eyes, Bobby already had his mind focused on the muzzle of the gun. Hoping he was in time he quickly began slowing the heat of the shrapnel, hoping that he was in time. He wasn't going to have the life of an innocent on his mind. Not here. Not now.
The cloud of cold air couldn't stop the bullet, but as it rapidly cooled and coated it, the deadly projectile lost velocity and gained size, ending up as a fist sized iceball that smashed into the wounded man's face. His nose gave with a crunch and he left writhing in pain, but he was still alive. The Reaver pivoted, superhumanly fast thanks to his cybernetics and drew a bead on Drake, ready to gun him down in response.
Tabitha put her heel to the wall and launched herself at the Reaver while his back was to her. He moved so fast, she suspected some sort of enhancement. Regardless, a bomb down his shirt would at the least slow him down.
Drake saw Tabitha's move after looking up from the hostage's bloody face. "Pierce gave you guys your Wheaties this morning huh?" He hoped to keep the focus on himself as he began slowing the molecules around the cybernetically enhanced foes feet. If he could slow the man down, maybe he could give Tabitha just a little bit of a window.
The Reaver shot Icemen twice, squarely in the chest, the impacts birthing a cloud of ice and snow as the young man went over like he'd been pole-axed. With his feet frozen, he couldn't pivot fast enough to avoid Tabitha's rush, as the blonde woman slammed into him with a football tackle
Bobby came crashing to the ground, grasping at his chest. The ice and leather had save him, but he was still having to catch his breath. With a quick glance he tried to find Tabitha, hoping his ploy had worked.
She put the point of her elbow into the Reaver's neck, the toe of her sandal to the back of his knee. She shoved her bomb down the back of his shirt and tried to use her body weight to bring him to the ground.
The Reaver wrenched her off with one hand; cybernetically augmented strength wins everytime. He flung Tabitha aside, hitting the wall so hard the drywall cracked where she smashed into it. He groped for his gun, having lost his grip when he was attacked, and only then noticed the slight glow coming from over his shoulder when the bomb went off. The overlapping plates of ceramic armor saved his life, but no protection could eliminate the effects of the close explosion. The blast flung him sideways, his clothes on fire and blood pooling beneath his now inert form.
"Looks like the bad guy still loses." Grabbing his stomach, Bobby roll over onto his backside, wincing as he made sure the Reaver was still down. "You ok Tabs, or Meltdown, or whatever..."
Tabitha clutched at her head. "Rattled, but all right." Aside from what she was pretty sure was a concussion. She pushed herself painfully to her feet. There would be bruises, and she wasn't too sure about the state of her ribs. "We need to get help for the injured, see who else is trying to shoot the place up."
Reaching up and pulling at the wall behind him, Bobby found a way to his feet. "You run into the auditorium and check out the scene." He took a few labored steps forward, reaching out his hand towards the downed Reaver. "I'm going to make sure our friend here isn't going anywhere." As he began to form a sheet of ice over the man, Drake didn't hold back. The comfort of the Reaver didn't even cross his mind.