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[Stirk]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Jessica Torrez
Age: 23
Equipment:Benelli M3 (4), 12 gauge shells (21) Berretta(7), Berretta clips (2), combat knife, lighter(full)
HP: 6
Int: 10
Str: 6
Agi: 14
Skills: Shotgun(3), Handgun(3)
Advantages: Quick: Jessica is remarkably fast and light on her feet, which can make her a tough target to hit, and helps her get to places others would have a hard time reaching, as well as helping her close distance with far away targets in relatively short time.
Disadvantages: Shifty: Jessica has a hard time keeping still, and as a result, will get irritable if she doesn't have anything to do. Curious: She can also get distracted from small tasks easily, and will always investigate something if she deems it more interesting than the task at hand, most times to the ire of her superiors.
Perks: Close Combat Specialist: Jessica prefers to get up close and personal, using her speed and agility to close distances quickly, and preferring shotguns and pistols to more traditional rifles and such.
Quirks: Hydrophobic: Jessica cannot swim, and in fact fears the water so much that even being on a fairly large boat terrifies her.
Bio: As a teen, Jessica's parents were brutally murdered on the streets of Toronto. With no home, and no relatives to stay with, she took to the streets, using her speed and quick wits to stay out of trouble. By the time the freaks hit, she knew the city like the back of her hand, and therefor was able to survive quite handily, until she wandered into a werewolf den. Fortunately for her, the area was also about to be cleared out by Archangel forces, and she survived with barely a scratch. The same could not be said for half of the Archangel team that saved her. Not one to sit idly by, and feeling partially responsible for the deaths of several Archangel agents, she immediately volunteered, wanting to put her survival skills to good use.

You use your reflexes to duck under the katana, the world slowing around you as you feel the air rush past. You jab the ninja with your bennelli and send a shell into his stomach, and causing him to slump to the ground. You then quickly pull out your Berreta, shouldering your shotgun as you fire three three times into the ground, causing wood splinters to explode outwards. The hands go limp and let you go, as you quickly dive to the side. The third ninja had thrown his stars at you, your roll letting you escape most of them, however your uniform was cut slightly on your arm. You raise up your berretta with both hands and fire, the *Phdff* of your gun echoing through the trapdoor. Slightly disoriented from the dive and not having time to aim properly, you send three bullets toward the remaining ninja, two crashing to his left and one hitting his arm, causing him to grab it in pain. The ninja begins to return fire, pulling his hand back with a *YEAH* as you fire two more well-aimed bullets to his torso, causing him to slump over, dead. His weapons clatter from his hand to the floor as you continue the walk of the hallway.

You walk around the next corner, a simple U style bend that leads to a hallway much like the one you had entered, though it looks as if it had already been destroyed. Black charcoal covered the walls and floor, emitting from what was once an open window, now only a hole in the wall remains. The windows had all the glass blasted out of them, and the trapdoors where open at odd angels. Was this the explosion you heard earlier? In any case, you walk through it bothered, finding yourself staring at a stairwell.

You walk up the stairwell, finding yourself in a large, empty room.The only object you can see is the stairs on the other side. The floor is the same squeaky polish as the rest of the floors, shining in the light coming in from the several large windows. There are several hand-drawn pictures on the remaining walls, apparently done as a sort of wall-paper covering the whole room.

How do you want to proceed?

[AlleeCat]

"Ugh... I know a trap when I see one..." Cat reloads her shotgun before creeping carefully across the room, hugging the wall.

[Xanmyral]

Shit. Right. Shape-shifters and illusionists. That was the main thought that went through Alec's head as his right hand and sledge were bound to him. Pulse quickening, the next thought was 'this isn't going to end well.' With the flashlight lighting up the faux baby carriage, he knew he had to move fast as his blood went cold and his head screamed at him into action by desperate survival. Spurred into action by his will to survive and anger at the deception, Alec quickly tries to kick one of the creature's legs out before it fully binds them, hopefully causing it to stumble towards him or backwards. Moving his one free arm, he tries to free his Shrike and bring it up to aim at the Freak and opens fire as best he can, unless this isn't possible, in which cause he just tries to roll away from the approaching horde of death.

If he somehow manages to force the creature to fall on him from his desperate kick, he'll headbutt it repeatedly until he can manage to shove the Shrike into its gut, then open fire.

[Stirk]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Jessica Torrez
Age: 23
Equipment:Benelli M3 (7), 12 gauge shells (18) Berretta(7), Berretta clips (2), combat knife, lighter(full)
HP: 6
Int: 10
Str: 6
Agi: 14
Skills: Shotgun(3), Handgun(3)
Advantages: Quick: Jessica is remarkably fast and light on her feet, which can make her a tough target to hit, and helps her get to places others would have a hard time reaching, as well as helping her close distance with far away targets in relatively short time.
Disadvantages: Shifty: Jessica has a hard time keeping still, and as a result, will get irritable if she doesn't have anything to do. Curious: She can also get distracted from small tasks easily, and will always investigate something if she deems it more interesting than the task at hand, most times to the ire of her superiors.
Perks: Close Combat Specialist: Jessica prefers to get up close and personal, using her speed and agility to close distances quickly, and preferring shotguns and pistols to more traditional rifles and such.
Quirks: Hydrophobic: Jessica cannot swim, and in fact fears the water so much that even being on a fairly large boat terrifies her.
Bio: As a teen, Jessica's parents were brutally murdered on the streets of Toronto. With no home, and no relatives to stay with, she took to the streets, using her speed and quick wits to stay out of trouble. By the time the freaks hit, she knew the city like the back of her hand, and therefor was able to survive quite handily, until she wandered into a werewolf den. Fortunately for her, the area was also about to be cleared out by Archangel forces, and she survived with barely a scratch. The same could not be said for half of the Archangel team that saved her. Not one to sit idly by, and feeling partially responsible for the deaths of several Archangel agents, she immediately volunteered, wanting to put her survival skills to good use.

You reload your gun, putting the bullets in one by one and ending with a *chchink* as you carefully walk through the room, sliding along the wall. Your feet continue to squeak across the polished floor, after three steps your foot enters the floor as one of the wooden planks falls a few inches. You hear a mechanical sound in the wall behind you, as a rusty saw blade begins chugging along out of the wall. You duck, the saw shaking off the rust as it picks up speed, flying a few feet above your head. Lucky it was rusty, or that could have been fatal.

Now that you know what kind of traps this room is filled with, how do you want to proceed?

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Name: Alec Rowe
Age: 27
Equipment: Sledge hammer, pack of cigarets (2), Lighter (full), werewolf salve, flashlight, Ares Shrike, 192 5.56 rounds (Loaded).
HP: 15
Stats
Int: 8
Str: 15
Agi: 7
Skills: Close Combat (3), Demolition (3), Heavy weapons (2)
Advantages: Determined
Disadvantages: Chain-Smoker, Stressed
Perks: Large Frame, Good Samaritan, Quiet
Quirks: Quiet, Good Samaritan, Large Frame
Bio: Alec grew up in a big city in the US. He was large by most standards, even as a kid, and its served him well enough. He's never been the most dexterous, indeed Alec considers himself a bit accident prone, it not being too uncommon for him to bump into things due to his large frame. He's never been the brightest either, didn't do too bad in school but did noticeably lag behind some of the other students. It wasn't that he couldn't apply what he learned, it was that it simply took him longer to learn something that came more naturally to others.

But, what he prides himself in is his strength. Being large, most people let him be as who would want to mess with that one kid about a foot or two taller than about everyone else? That was always fine with him, left him time to himself. Alec always appreciated his time alone, enjoyed it indeed. For when he was alone, all the pressures of the world just slipped away from him, he could relax without having to feel like he was constantly playing catch-up with everyone around him. He never really had to work hard to make his body strong, it always just seemed to be so. Knocks he's taken would often harm others, but to him it was just something he'd shrug off. Alec never found a reason to voice his pain, it was always something that was passing, something he often forgot about five minutes later anyway, so why give it a voice? He's gotten more than one weird look for stubbing his toe and taking it in silent stride with nothing more than a grimace.

But indeed, what he prided himself on the most however, was strength of spirit. While he may not of been the most brightest, he still tried his hardest to learn, while he may not of been the most dexterous, he still tried his hardest to watch his step as he could. From what he's seen, his strength has been a boon to him, one that he should use to help instead of hurt people. He's often used to giving it his all when he needs to, so he shies not from hard work.

Joining the Archangels wasn't that big of a leap for him. While he would of preferred to make instead of break, he understands that he has a certain talent with stuff and before he joined Archangel, he was a demolistionist. Not the kind that worked with bombs mind you, more the kind that worked with the machines, wielded a jack hammer or a sledge. People would often have things brought up that they didn't wish there anymore, so he was paid to bring it down. When the troubles began, and became a threat, he didn't panic but rather went to see what he could do to help as best he could. This led him to Archangel

You kick out at the giant spider, managing to get your foot loose temporarily and bringing your foot swinging into the spider's "knee" where the foot twists....and damn! Pain fills your foot, it was like hitting a coffee table multiplied by ten, that chitin is strong stuff. But as your boot rams the spider, the spider also gives out a cry as it's knee bends under your kick, though it doesn't seem to be distablalized. You quickly take the distraction as an opportunity to grab your machine gun, pointing it the best you can up at the spider with one hand, leaning on the ground and attempting to point it up. Holding the trigger, three bullets fly out, knocking your gun to the side and giving you a better picture of the spider as the flash illuminated the hallway. However the swiftness of the act and your position meant you were practically not aiming at all, and even from this distance all bullets fly to the left, crashing into the subway wall far away.

The spider gives a mockery of a laugh, you can see the wet webbing spitting out of its mouth as it gave a hiss, moving closer over you. It grabs both your arms with its solid legs, holding you in place as if you had a whole man tackling each of your limbs, the giant spider using a back leg to bring the gun slightly out of your reach, as it moves its head closer to yours. "Perhaps I should start here?" the spider said, its dual fangs circling as the hiss like words exit its mouth. You could see its face more clearly now in the dim light bouncing off the wall, as the spider was practically whispering in your ear. It had eight eyes, as black as jet, blinking at odd times. Hair covered its face, jutting out at random angels. Its mouth was two fangs, with a hand like appendage next to each fang, strange liquid dripping from its mouth. You suddenly realize that it is poison, dripping from its mouth as it prepares to bite your neck with its fangs, slowly moving its large head from your ear down to your neck.

Thinking quickly, you headbutt the Freak while its head is still close, sending your head spinning, as you repeatedly bash your head against the wall-like Freak, causing it to hiss poising across your face, harmless but unpleasant, as it releases you and draws back. Apparently you had hit it in the eyes, as when you looked at it it was rubbing its face. Quickly, you tear off the webbing with your free arm, getting it off with some difficulty. You assume that it was weakened when the spider had put its hand on your arm. You roll over, crunching over several of the smaller spiders that had gathered around, apparently waiting until you where weakened, and grab your Ares Shrike. You take the fire position that Tommy had shown you and fired at the Freak, who had stopped rubbing her eyes. "MY BABIES!" She hissed, more poison spitting out, as she started charging toward you. You fire five times at the freak, each shot sending a crack through the tunnel and green liquid spluttering everywhere, visible in the flashes of your gun as its belt fed bullets sing their song. The spider crashes to the down, its arms curling up to the top.

On the ground, the small spiders had apparently seen what you had done and had started to assault you. You could feel their feet rush up your pant leg, unpleasantly tickling your legs. You try to think of something to do as Tommy comes out of the darkness, holding his shotgun now. "Cool plan!" he says, putting a green shell in his chamber. "I was wondering why you where rushing the jorogumo like that, since I didn't know what was going on, but that was pretty epic. I would have helped, but had no clue what you where doing. Since you got the big one, don't hog all the little ones!" he continues, pulling his trigger. Green gas comes out of the barrel at breakneck speeds, filling the hallway. The spiders under your cloths stop their movement, stopping unpleasantly, dead in their tracts. The outside spiders also stopped dead, their jet like eyes now void of all life. You grab your throbbing head, finding a small amount of blood running off of it.

What do you do now?

[Rolepgeek]

"Where's Charlie?"

Get Charlie, try and meet up with the rest of the gang, maybe help them with whatever they might be fighting.

[AlleeCat]

Cat continues moving carefully, ready to jump at the next sign of danger.

[Xanmyral]

Alec tried to brush away the disgusting spider creatures on him, and in his clothing, as he shook his head. "Saw a hostage. Wasn't." He said in response to Tommy, unsure how he had seen through the disguise. Probably has something to do with the eye piece, he figures. Talking about eyes, heads. His head, specifically. Ow. He's had better ideas, but when desperate he doesn't really get very picky with them. He removes any webbing still on him, regathers his gear, then looks further down the subway where the even larger spider fled. "Let's move."

[Stirk]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Patricia Garfien
Age: 37
Equipment: Backpack :Surgical bag, hatchet, (Speed loader) ,whiskey flask (3), rosary, glasses, Glock(0),  Glock magazine (1),  lighter (full),   Glasses case
HP: 7
Stats:
Int: 9
Str: 11
Agi: 10
Skills: General Medic(3), Small Arms (3), Shotgun (2), Sub-machine gun (2)
Advantages: She has steady hands, and is very calm in high stress situations. This can be a lifesaver in the field.
Disadvantages: Territorial about her work, needs glasses/contacts(farsighted), and a functional alcoholic.
Perks: Excellent bedside manner.
Quirks: Racist. Yep. Against EVERYONE. Not to the point where she dislikes them, just the point where she believes just about every stereotype there is. Curiously enough, not religious, or homophobic, or sexist. I can change this if it might cause problems.
Bio: Patricia grew up in southern Texaz, raised by two rich white parents who fit every stereotype of rich white people there was, or almost. They did love their daughter, but they were also assholes to most people below their station. When she became a surgeon in college, they were delighted to see their little girl take up such a proud profession. When the chupacabras started striking, she managed to save her brother's life, barely, but had to run, and he was left behind. She rode a horse for hours, eventually letting the poor thing rest, where she was taken in by some kind colored people. Long story short, she ended up joining the Archangel foundation, to help keep the fighting men alive. That said, being a Texan, she's not bad with a pistol either...

"He winna' head" Colt states, picking up his gun and looking it over sadly. "The others are holden' down a door, we have 'em cornered." Colt continues, his accent thickening momentary, as he returns the gun to its holster, putting it on his back where it can't cut him. Ahead, you can hear the gunfire that he is speaking of, and you and Colt rush forward to see what is going on.

At the end of another hotel-like hallway was a major gun battle, the twins had taken up either side of the door and where firing their guns in bursts, the flash lighting up their smiling faces. Behind a makeshift barrier made of a ripped-off door combined with sandbags, Charlie spewed bullets into the hallway, in suppressive fire. Goldman was taking careful aim, his gun sending off bullets carefully to their targets. Cultists, both human and brute, lie cold on the floor in front of your squad, several piling up at the door. Beyond the door was another barrier of the cultists, this one being the largest of all. Your squad was making good progress, with about a fourth of the enemy combatants dead, still leaving about twenty men behind the sandbags, many with large machine guns. Your team has the advantage, the small opening does not allow many ways for the enemy to attack.

What do you want to do now?

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Name: Jessica Torrez
Age: 23
Equipment:Benelli M3 (4), 12 gauge shells (21) Berretta(7), Berretta clips (2), combat knife, lighter(full)
HP: 5
Int: 10
Str: 6
Agi: 14
Skills: Shotgun(3), Handgun(3)
Advantages: Quick: Jessica is remarkably fast and light on her feet, which can make her a tough target to hit, and helps her get to places others would have a hard time reaching, as well as helping her close distance with far away targets in relatively short time.
Disadvantages: Shifty: Jessica has a hard time keeping still, and as a result, will get irritable if she doesn't have anything to do. Curious: She can also get distracted from small tasks easily, and will always investigate something if she deems it more interesting than the task at hand, most times to the ire of her superiors.
Perks: Close Combat Specialist: Jessica prefers to get up close and personal, using her speed and agility to close distances quickly, and preferring shotguns and pistols to more traditional rifles and such.
Quirks: Hydrophobic: Jessica cannot swim, and in fact fears the water so much that even being on a fairly large boat terrifies her.
Bio: As a teen, Jessica's parents were brutally murdered on the streets of Toronto. With no home, and no relatives to stay with, she took to the streets, using her speed and quick wits to stay out of trouble. By the time the freaks hit, she knew the city like the back of her hand, and therefor was able to survive quite handily, until she wandered into a werewolf den. Fortunately for her, the area was also about to be cleared out by Archangel forces, and she survived with barely a scratch. The same could not be said for half of the Archangel team that saved her. Not one to sit idly by, and feeling partially responsible for the deaths of several Archangel agents, she immediately volunteered, wanting to put her survival skills to good use.

You continue along carefully, your stance ready to dodge at the slightest sign of danger. You take another step, your sneakers falling inches into the floor again, as a log begins to fall from the sky, creaking seconds before. You do a combat roll to the side as it falls, narrowly escaping as the log rolls to the other side of the room. However you land on a separate trap, your foot inching down where you landed, causing three spears to rise out of the ground with no warning. You quickly move to the side to dodge, however your where to slow, the razor like edge of the spear scratching your left arm, sending a stinging cut through your body. You lean against the wall as you check the wound, seeing that it is shallow, it may cause some pain but it will not be fatal. You take two more steps, once again finding yourself in a trap. Several darts jumped out of the wall, crashing into your torso at breakneck speeds before you can even react, being fired almost point blank from the wall. You brace for impact, but on further inspection your heavy uniform had prevented any from piercing your skin, the darts stuck into the protective materials. Looks like they are good for something after all. You remove the darts so you can move without worry, getting ready to approach the stairwell that draws ever closer. Another trap, mere steps away from the stairwell, speeds out of the ground, blocking the way. It is a large log, standing on its side like a tree, with branches brandishing blades as it spins slowly. You take a deep breath, time the spinning, and rush as quickly as you can. You feel a branch above you, ducking under it, as you manage to kick off the branch below you on an unarmed wooden part, sending yourself flying past as a blade scrapes the side of your sneaker. You tumble as you land next to the stairwell, bruised yet unharmed.

You look back on the room, seeing the places you stepped by your small mud marks from being near the pond, as well as the fact that the trap-mechanisms didn't spring up. In this light, you realize something, the safe boards are shinier then the trapped boards. You think that they must be difficult to polish, information that would have been nice to know before you went through the room. You step up the stairwell carefully, brandishing your bennelli, your fresh cut stinging as your sweat pours into it. You carefully check ahead to the next room.

In the next room, all you see is a single man, drinking out of a bowl. He has a pony tail, grey with age, winding down his black Halloween-costume like outfit. His face looked younger, or what you could see of it did. Half of it was covered in a mask, soaked with the drink, as he sits there crossed legged. On his back was a red sticker, with the words "Masta Ninja!" in red letters above the kanji "師忍者", in yellow.

What do you do now?

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I hope I got the Japanese wrong enough. I tried having it translated to several different languages and back, but the word "ninja" doesn't translate well, so I just chose what looked like the least appropriate.

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Name: Alec Rowe
Age: 27
Equipment: Sledge hammer, pack of cigarets (2), Lighter (full), werewolf salve, flashlight, Ares Shrike, 192 5.56 rounds (Loaded).
HP: 15
Stats
Int: 8
Str: 15
Agi: 7
Skills: Close Combat (3), Demolition (3), Heavy weapons (2)
Advantages: Determined
Disadvantages: Chain-Smoker, Stressed
Perks: Large Frame, Good Samaritan, Quiet
Quirks: Quiet, Good Samaritan, Large Frame
Bio: Alec grew up in a big city in the US. He was large by most standards, even as a kid, and its served him well enough. He's never been the most dexterous, indeed Alec considers himself a bit accident prone, it not being too uncommon for him to bump into things due to his large frame. He's never been the brightest either, didn't do too bad in school but did noticeably lag behind some of the other students. It wasn't that he couldn't apply what he learned, it was that it simply took him longer to learn something that came more naturally to others.

But, what he prides himself in is his strength. Being large, most people let him be as who would want to mess with that one kid about a foot or two taller than about everyone else? That was always fine with him, left him time to himself. Alec always appreciated his time alone, enjoyed it indeed. For when he was alone, all the pressures of the world just slipped away from him, he could relax without having to feel like he was constantly playing catch-up with everyone around him. He never really had to work hard to make his body strong, it always just seemed to be so. Knocks he's taken would often harm others, but to him it was just something he'd shrug off. Alec never found a reason to voice his pain, it was always something that was passing, something he often forgot about five minutes later anyway, so why give it a voice? He's gotten more than one weird look for stubbing his toe and taking it in silent stride with nothing more than a grimace.

But indeed, what he prided himself on the most however, was strength of spirit. While he may not of been the most brightest, he still tried his hardest to learn, while he may not of been the most dexterous, he still tried his hardest to watch his step as he could. From what he's seen, his strength has been a boon to him, one that he should use to help instead of hurt people. He's often used to giving it his all when he needs to, so he shies not from hard work.

Joining the Archangels wasn't that big of a leap for him. While he would of preferred to make instead of break, he understands that he has a certain talent with stuff and before he joined Archangel, he was a demolistionist. Not the kind that worked with bombs mind you, more the kind that worked with the machines, wielded a jack hammer or a sledge. People would often have things brought up that they didn't wish there anymore, so he was paid to bring it down. When the troubles began, and became a threat, he didn't panic but rather went to see what he could do to help as best he could. This led him to Archangel

You brush away the spiders, who form little balls in your boots, now tickling your feet. You empty your boots, getting the disgusting things off of you. You scrape off the remanent of the web left on your arm, wiping it off on the wall as you gather your equipment. Tommy blinks twice as you explain about the hostages, suddenly bolting up with "Oh. Right. Forgot.Sorry about that." he states, readying his shotgun. "We should probably keep in touch, so I can tell you what we can shoot." he continues, as he pushes something on his eyepiece. "..I see a few up ahead" he says after a second, raising up his shotgun as he smiles. "A few smaller ones like her blocking the way. The larger ones are sitting back for the moment, looks like they're up to something. Lets get em!" he continues, practically skipping down the dark hallway, small spiders scrambling as you and Tommy walk down the hallway.

After a few minutes of walking, you come to a corner. "There is something we can shoot around the corner. I call it!" Tommy states as he raises his gun, rushing around the corner. You hear gunfire, the sound of a shotgun, Tommy's Mossberg special purpose that he is so proud of, as Tommy and the spider come out from around the corner. "I could use your assistance" Tommy states, as he slides across the ground.

What do you do now?

[AlleeCat]

Cat sneaks up on the man as best she can, before poking him in the back of the head with her shotgun.

[Stirk]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Jessica Torrez
Age: 23
Equipment:Benelli M3 (7), 12 gauge shells (21) Berretta(7), Berretta clips (2), combat knife, lighter(full)
HP: 5
Int: 10
Str: 6
Agi: 14
Skills: Shotgun(3), Handgun(3)
Advantages: Quick: Jessica is remarkably fast and light on her feet, which can make her a tough target to hit, and helps her get to places others would have a hard time reaching, as well as helping her close distance with far away targets in relatively short time.
Disadvantages: Shifty: Jessica has a hard time keeping still, and as a result, will get irritable if she doesn't have anything to do. Curious: She can also get distracted from small tasks easily, and will always investigate something if she deems it more interesting than the task at hand, most times to the ire of her superiors.
Perks: Close Combat Specialist: Jessica prefers to get up close and personal, using her speed and agility to close distances quickly, and preferring shotguns and pistols to more traditional rifles and such.
Quirks: Hydrophobic: Jessica cannot swim, and in fact fears the water so much that even being on a fairly large boat terrifies her.
Bio: As a teen, Jessica's parents were brutally murdered on the streets of Toronto. With no home, and no relatives to stay with, she took to the streets, using her speed and quick wits to stay out of trouble. By the time the freaks hit, she knew the city like the back of her hand, and therefor was able to survive quite handily, until she wandered into a werewolf den. Fortunately for her, the area was also about to be cleared out by Archangel forces, and she survived with barely a scratch. The same could not be said for half of the Archangel team that saved her. Not one to sit idly by, and feeling partially responsible for the deaths of several Archangel agents, she immediately volunteered, wanting to put her survival skills to good use.

You step up to the top floor quietly, your gun ready. Your breathing slows as you start to sneak, the man continuing to drink obliviously. You take a step, and you hear a crash behind you. You instinctively turn, seeing the broken dish, your feet are suddenly knocked out from under you, sending you quickly to the floor and causing you to drop your shotgun. The ninja master stands over you, twisting one of your arms to your back. "FOOL!" he stated, emphasizing it with a painful arm twist. His voice was loud and hammy, echoing through the bare room. "DID YOU THINK YOU COULD AMBUSH ME, THE MASTER OF THE NINJA!" he continues, pulling out another one of the needle like knives, in a flashing move as he raises it high above his head. "YOU SHAL PAY FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO MY DISCIPLES!" he continues, as you feel his arm falling toward you...

Across from the room, there is a large explosion. You can see it from your position being held on the floor, flowers of fire rising up, smoke exiting through the window and filling the room. Between the flames, there was a woman, eyes glowing red. You recognize it as Rose, walking through the flames and smiling serenely. Behind here was Pinkerton, who, seeing you in trouble, quickly fired a burst from his gun, sending the ninja above you into a blur, making his wait vanish from your back.

What do you do now?

[Rolepgeek]

Well...shit. What can I do? I'm nearly out of ammunition. Time to get down to bloody work, I suppose. Move from cover to cover towards the cultists under the suppression fire. Colt SHOULD help Goldmann; cowboys were darned good shots, most of the time. I'll hack down any cultists I get near, preferably with cover from both sides so I can't be shot while I'm busy chopping.

Grim face for Patricia. Don't think she's pure tactical analysis during all this. She's a doctor, after all. I could actually just wait and try and conserve strength and ammunition. Maybe I'll do that. Yeah.

[Xanmyral]

[I'm assuming Tommy is too close to the spider thing, if he's using a shotgun and they both went back around the corner, to use a gun without risking friendly fire.]

Alec tensed as he saw both Tommy and the spider slide out from around the corner. Nodding quickly at Tommy's request for help, he aside the Shrike once more due to the close quarters and risk of hitting Tommy, grasping his sledge. With as quick of movement as he could muster, he bounds towards the spider and attempts to push it away from Tommy, then once Tommy is safe from an accidental swing of his sledge, he tenses up, twists, and releases a swing towards the spider. The pain from headbutting the chitineous shell still throbs, but Alec can't help but think feeling their shell go crunch under his hammer would probably make him feel better.

In the back of his mind though, he still got a nagging feeling that maybe this isn't actually a spider, maybe its actually Tommy and the spider is posing as Tommy, or... He mentally growls to himself, there's no time for paranoia if a teammate is in danger, he has to act.

[Stirk]

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Name: Patricia Garfien
Age: 37
Equipment: Backpack :Surgical bag, hatchet, (Speed loader) ,whiskey flask (3), rosary, glasses, Glock(0),  Glock magazine (1),  lighter (full),   Glasses case
HP: 7
Stats:
Int: 9
Str: 11
Agi: 10
Skills: General Medic(3), Small Arms (3), Shotgun (2), Sub-machine gun (2)
Advantages: She has steady hands, and is very calm in high stress situations. This can be a lifesaver in the field.
Disadvantages: Territorial about her work, needs glasses/contacts(farsighted), and a functional alcoholic.
Perks: Excellent bedside manner.
Quirks: Racist. Yep. Against EVERYONE. Not to the point where she dislikes them, just the point where she believes just about every stereotype there is. Curiously enough, not religious, or homophobic, or sexist. I can change this if it might cause problems.
Bio: Patricia grew up in southern Texaz, raised by two rich white parents who fit every stereotype of rich white people there was, or almost. They did love their daughter, but they were also assholes to most people below their station. When she became a surgeon in college, they were delighted to see their little girl take up such a proud profession. When the chupacabras started striking, she managed to save her brother's life, barely, but had to run, and he was left behind. She rode a horse for hours, eventually letting the poor thing rest, where she was taken in by some kind colored people. Long story short, she ended up joining the Archangel foundation, to help keep the fighting men alive. That said, being a Texan, she's not bad with a pistol either...

You sit back and wait, as the battle rages on. Colt jumps to join the others behind cover, taking a deep breath as he points his finger, like a child pretending to have a gun. You slams the gun into his palm, holding it as if it was a real gun. He takes another breath, as his hand began to change, mirroring the Nazi's finger gun from before. Colt's finger takes the shape of a gun barrel, a larger gun then the Nazi's, looking like a revolver. His gunfire joins the others as you watch.

Both twins take a minute to reload, then wait for Charlie to fix a jam in his gun. The twins suddenly nod to each other, as start running through the door together. The enemy seems to be surprised at this, and one gets off a bullet, stopping in mid air once it reached the blue-shield like thing that the twins seem to emit from time to time. They begin spewing bullets from their AKs, from your position you can see them get on the ground and taking swift, though aimed, bursts at the enemy. Behind them the rest of the squad followed suit, Colt and Charlie lifting up the door as a shield as Goldman stood behind, firing carefully aimed shots where he could get a shot in. Your squad then clears out the room with fire, the sound and smell of gunpowder mixing in the air as you look ahead. The room had been cleared, it looks like the boldness of this tactic had surprised the enemy. Many of the large machine guns had been disabled  before the charge, the users slumped over their former weapon. Several scorch marks marked the room where a grenade had gone off, decimating the close-net troops beyond it.

You follow them, empty rounds clinking as you walked. The room had a single stairway blocked only by a wooden door. "Looks like the last one is in there..." Apollo stated, pointing to the door with his gun.

Any suggestion for fighting the boss?

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Name: Alec Rowe
Age: 27
Equipment: Sledge hammer, pack of cigarets (2), Lighter (full), werewolf salve, flashlight, Ares Shrike, 192 5.56 rounds (Loaded).
HP: 15
Stats
Int: 8
Str: 15
Agi: 7
Skills: Close Combat (3), Demolition (3), Heavy weapons (2)
Advantages: Determined
Disadvantages: Chain-Smoker, Stressed
Perks: Large Frame, Good Samaritan, Quiet
Quirks: Quiet, Good Samaritan, Large Frame
Bio: Alec grew up in a big city in the US. He was large by most standards, even as a kid, and its served him well enough. He's never been the most dexterous, indeed Alec considers himself a bit accident prone, it not being too uncommon for him to bump into things due to his large frame. He's never been the brightest either, didn't do too bad in school but did noticeably lag behind some of the other students. It wasn't that he couldn't apply what he learned, it was that it simply took him longer to learn something that came more naturally to others.

But, what he prides himself in is his strength. Being large, most people let him be as who would want to mess with that one kid about a foot or two taller than about everyone else? That was always fine with him, left him time to himself. Alec always appreciated his time alone, enjoyed it indeed. For when he was alone, all the pressures of the world just slipped away from him, he could relax without having to feel like he was constantly playing catch-up with everyone around him. He never really had to work hard to make his body strong, it always just seemed to be so. Knocks he's taken would often harm others, but to him it was just something he'd shrug off. Alec never found a reason to voice his pain, it was always something that was passing, something he often forgot about five minutes later anyway, so why give it a voice? He's gotten more than one weird look for stubbing his toe and taking it in silent stride with nothing more than a grimace.

But indeed, what he prided himself on the most however, was strength of spirit. While he may not of been the most brightest, he still tried his hardest to learn, while he may not of been the most dexterous, he still tried his hardest to watch his step as he could. From what he's seen, his strength has been a boon to him, one that he should use to help instead of hurt people. He's often used to giving it his all when he needs to, so he shies not from hard work.

Joining the Archangels wasn't that big of a leap for him. While he would of preferred to make instead of break, he understands that he has a certain talent with stuff and before he joined Archangel, he was a demolistionist. Not the kind that worked with bombs mind you, more the kind that worked with the machines, wielded a jack hammer or a sledge. People would often have things brought up that they didn't wish there anymore, so he was paid to bring it down. When the troubles began, and became a threat, he didn't panic but rather went to see what he could do to help as best he could. This led him to Archangel

You rush toward the spider, letting out a mighty hit toward the harry beast. The spider deftly dodges back, your hammer slamming into the cement and sending a shock down your arm. The spider growls at you, forming frill with its stick-like arms as it spits poison out, its two fangs twitching. Some of the poison splashes on your face, though unpleasant it seems to have no effect on you. You prepare a second powerful blow to quickly follow up the last, only to have the beast dexterously hop to the wall, walking halfway up as it growls once more, as if trying to destroy you with words alone. Behind you, Tommy fires a burst form his shotgun, ringing out through the tunnels as the spider falls down dead, its thorny abdomen now looking like a crushed watermelon, except green.

Tommy shoulders his shotgun, setting it next to his Remington rifle, as he stairs at you. "Well done comrade. I could not have done this without your assistance." he stated, a slight smile on his face. "We should proceed with haste, as the enemy is still gathering. I would be grateful to you if you would assist with a plan to aid our proceeding."

Any plan?

[AlleeCat]

"Ugh... My arm... Hey Rose, you came just in time." Cat gets up, nodding towards the large hole in the side of the building. "That's new."

[Xanmyral]

Alec processes what just happened, a few things clicking in his head. The thoughts from before twitch in his head, piecing a few things together. Somethings not right. His blood runs a little cold. No, somethings not right indeed. Tommy doesn't talk that way. Why didn't the spider try to retaliate, why did its poison not sting as much as it had done, why is Tommy asking for a plan they should already know? Shit, what did he just do. Alec's stress addled mind tried to not believe what his head is screaming at him.

What if he's wrong though, what if it was just weird, what if... Alec has a plan. He tries to make the comm cackle, or make a beep, or whatever noise it might be able to make. He tried not to show his panic as he walked up towards Possibly-Not-Tommy, trying not to think that the spider corpse may be Tommy's corpse. When he gets a bit away from Tommy, within swinging distance of his sledge, he asks a question. "What made Helena strong?" Please answer correctly, was all Alec could think of.