"Not really. Just curious, though of course I'd prefer something that favors what I can do."
John looks around and surveys what he's created.
"Hmm... you're right. Does need some buildings. Let's keep it classic."
How about a few log cabins, and a nice tavern? Something European and 1400s.
The trees around the fountain shudder and fall, changing shape into the walls of a dozen or so log houses, arranged in a roughly square area around it. Most are nothing more than a small room while a couple of them are much larger two storey things.
The few holes that were left in the walls are filled by growing wood that creates floors, doors, windows and roofs. A small roofed porch grows around some of the larger houses.
Windows are sparse if they exist at all. The roofs are highly pitched and all possess at least one chimney or funnel-shaped hole for smoke to escape, although only a couple of the buildings have smoke rising out of them.
Probably gets snowy here in winter. you think before you realize that winter and snow probably never comes here unless someone wants it to.
Two buildings stand out from the rest. A large three storey building made of stone blocks and wood with a sign hanging outside and smoke coming out of its chimney. Some kind of tavern or inn probably. And a larger two storey building made almost exclusively out of stone blocks, which has no sign on it but looks imposing nonetheless. The only building to feature a balcony, as far as you can tell. Maybe a manor or a town hall?
You hear a *pop* behind you, like someone just burst a balloon. When you turn to look, you notice that the holes leading to your personal areas are gone from the cliff face. The entrances probably got relocated to the small town you just built.
You also notice two guys getting ready to fight a dozen metres away from you. The guy with the gas mask, who is currently holding a mug and some new guy with tattoos who is brandishing his fists.
Let's hope their fighting doesn't damage your newly built town.
After walking up to him, attempt to grab him. If I can't, swing a fist at him in an attempt to hit him.
"Ya dun looking and talkin now? are we actually gonna fight. "Amused chuckle" Gonna "kill" me with your mug, Haz "Full laughter, then sudden stop" No, you Haz, you tha one dying here, now.
Hit him on the head with an upside down tsar mug. Then untsar it to crush his head.
The gas-mask wearing mask raises his cup and turns it upside down as the Gene charges him.
"No, no, no! Stop!"Nikolai starts lowering the cup. By the time it reaches the ground, it has become enormous, big enough to trap the Gene in it. The gene is perplexed by this, but only for a split second. He punches the walls of the oversized mug surrounding him, causing them to shatter in an explosion of ceramic fragments.
Nikolai is left holding the jagged remains of the oversized mug, its giant handle.
<I guess one could say that was not his cup of tea.><You are not as good at this pun thing as you think you are.><Really? That wasn't good? How about "His plan of attack was just shattered"?><No. Just no.>Good idea NAV.
Determine the state of my being. Am I a pancake-like person like in most cartoons or that guy in Space Jam who got flattened?
http://youtu.be/mLGi3VqfYVo
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No influence.
The phone continues producing nothing but static.
"Russian piece of crap!" comes a shout from the other room, accompanied by the sound of something plastic being hit.
So your host is not the only one having trouble with technology.
As if to emphasize that thought, a couple of wires on the switchboard spark with static electricity.
Your host doesn't bother with thinking about what that could mean. He just focuses on getting out of here while still conscious. If they
are coming for him, it'd probably be better if he waited for them outside.
But that might not be so easy. As he approaches the door leading out of the operator's room, he hears muffled footsteps of someone running followed by a door slamming open.
"You won't believe what's going on out there!" the newly arrived man exclaims between breaths to the until recently TV watching man.
Ike's eyes finally show him the entirety of the room he's in. They show him, amongst a circle of rubble and broken machinery, a girl lying on an operating table. Her eyes are closed, she looks unconscious, unmoving, but also tense, in pain. Besides her is something more familiar. The crystal he and Irene retrieved in the previous mission, standing in its flower-like base of black metal, glowing white.
<Target Amethyst located. Kill Target Amethyst. 1TU left.> his interface informs him.
Ike doesn't waste time. He uses every bit of strength he has left to walk towards her. He raises his automatic shotgun and fires.
The crystal flashes and crackles with static electricity. It happens too quickly for him to see, but each pellet is hit by a bolt, counteracted, deflected, melted, vaporised.
He fires again. The intensity of the explosion of light is lesser this time. Just need to weaken it enough for a bullet to get through.
He's about to fire a third time when he is interrupted by an inarticulate battlecry coming from his left. He turns and raises his shotgun above his head just in time to block Theri's knife from striking his throat. They both growl as they try to push the other back, to throw their opponent off balance. Theri kicks the man in the chest, pushing him to his knees. With another growl, she pushes the shotgun down, brings her knife closer to his head. Ike retaliates by twisting his body to the side, letting the knife strike his armour while he hits Theri's wounded abdomen with the butt of his shotgun, pushing her back.
They're about to clash again when Ike hears someone approaching him from behind. He doesn't manage to turn around before he feels a hand touch his arm. And then it feels like his blood is boiling inside his veins. His limbs start becoming more and more stiff. Everything becomes blurry, tinted red and white.
<Don't worry. This is for your own good.>He falls to the floor, still conscious but unmoving, his body numb.
<You'll thank me about this later. If we ever meet again.>
Theri stands there, with her knife in hand, taking quick breaths, the feeling of anger still fresh. She watches as Boris (or at least the man working through his body), who had managed to sneak up to the man she was fighting, extends his arm and touches her opponent on the exposed flesh of his arm. The man's blood begins coming out of his wounds, concentrating into lines. The lines branch and split, forming a hexagonal mesh that hovers a few centimetres above his body. The mesh surrounds him like the web that envelops a spider's prey. Her opponent, now fully enveloped, falls to the ground, unmoving, his body still visible through the holes in the mesh.
"Good job." Boris congratulates her as he retracts his arm.
"Knew you could handle it."He stands still for a second, deep in thought, as if he is considering something. He looks surprisingly unhurt for a man that was standing next to an explosion. There's not even a scratch on him.
"Right! Yes." he says, talking to himself.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a deadline to meet." he tells Theri and starts walking towards Amelia.
Zoe takes a deep breath, rolls and gets ready to shoot, executing the maneuver like she had planned... but there's nothing there. Whoever was attacking them didn't come after her like she expected. What happened to him? She needs to stop herself from bleeding out, but first she needs to make sure she won't get shot while doing so.
She grabs the nearby rubble and pulls herself into a sitting position so that she can see what's behind it. She peeks behind it, careful not to get shot by any potential attackers. Instead of enemies, she sees Boris and Awena facing each other, Awena holding a knife on her hand with an angry look on her face, while Boris is his usual relaxed and distracted self. He's saying something, but she can't hear him clearly. Between them, there's... something. Zoe is not really sure what that is. A lump of red which looks like nothing she's ever seen before, flesh, metal and burnt fabric visible through hexagonal holes in it.
Irene on the other hand knows what that is. And she can hear Boris talking, barely. She was watching through Theri's eyes as she made her angry charge, hoping to find some fire to support her with. But there was nothing around she could use. Now she is still getting information through her, although the connection has gotten worse, probably because Theri isn't as focused on it right now.
Vic will: 3-1 5-1
Ike will: 6-1 4-1
Ike vs Theri rflx: 5 vs 5
Ike vs Theri str: 6-1 vs 3+1
Ike, Theri, Vic rflx: 3, 2-2, 6
Ike awr vs Vic dex: 3 vs 5-1
Ike rflx: 3-1
((Congratulations to Ike. You came very close to single-handedly defeating everyone in this match. Including your teammates, although that was not entirely your fault. Better luck next time.
Don't worry about not completing your primary objective. You'll see.))