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[Parisbre56]

Wake up?

Not now. Still slowly bleeding to death.

MORE DUCT TAPE TO REVERSE MY BAD LUCK
((And the cycle continues ))

You summon a roll of transparent office tape.

John frowned.  "I can't make anything organic, so no blood for him.  But didn't they say the guards would be waiting for us?"
Conjure up some cover that would stop bullets.

Your ability is refusing to summon things right now. Please try again later.
You could move some of those boxes though. Do you want to retcon it to you having done that?

((Those are references to games. Get all three and win a pyrite star!))

(sniper elite v2: Can't remember sub-title,
Call of duty black op's zombie mode,
Doom(I think))
Eria look at her gun. She hadn't even done that yet.

((I guess sniper elite could also fit. It was a vague reference on my part. Here's your star: *))
It's an old Makarov with a silencer and an 8-round magazine.

((Those are references to games. Get all three and win a pyrite star!))

((Hm. Return to Castle Wolfenstein, Call of Duty's Zombie Mode, and...Doom?))
((Phooey, scapheap guessed first. But most of his guesses are different!))
Keep healing, like I tried to do last turn but you missed my post.

((You got it, here's your star: *))
Your two powers work together to grant you regeneration. Unless you do something stupid, you'll keep regenerating. The way I'm doing this is I have a bunch of counters in a text file and I update them every time I do a turn, so no reason to worry.
By the way, you are stable (that means not dying) and you can move. It's just that your eyes, ears and arms are damaged and you're a bit sensitive in your upper body. Try not to get in the path of any bullets.

then return to Angel and sit down against her unburnt legs, my tails brushing them as I wait.
through interface, to teammates and entities: <So you used to be... less than you currently are. Is that true of all of you?... Also... sorry about being so accusing earlier. It's been a really bad day for me.>

The entity growls, which comes off very strange. He's using the body and thus the voice of a human and humans don't usually growl. "I would prefer a different choice of words. But yes, we... aren't really something else, we've... it's hard to explain in a few words. We are who we were and yet we have also gradually become more. You can ask one of the others to explain when we have more time, perhaps they can do a better job. Those metaphysical things kinda bore me anyway. But right now we've run out of time and you've got a challenge to complete.

And don't worry. Most of us are used to being accused. Comes with the job. Or maybe some of us are just assholes, who knows? I lived as a human for some time in Earth-5, so I can sort of see why they get a bit uppity sometimes. Of course, you're more than a mere human, so perhaps you've also- Oh, I'm rambling again. Waiting in this human is kinda boring, those guys above you are barely making an effort worth my time, haven't even understood I'm in their system yet, so I get chatty. We'll talk when there's more time.

I'll tell the others to relay any info I give them since I still have limited access down here and you're still missing your earpiece."
The elevator begins slowing down and you can see the doors of the next level emerging.
"Okay, get ready..."
If there was something you wanted to do and you didn't get the time for because I was posting too quickly or because you had misunderstood something, tell me and I'll retcon it. Otherwise, if there aren't any questions or objections, we'll continue on with the next level. As much as I enjoy giving you (mostly Lenglon. Thanks Lenglon!) some of the backstory I have, we're here to play a game and hopefully have some of you die horribly.

[Fniff]

"Well, time for more excitement..."
Duck to the side of the elevator door with my pistol, then peek out the side. If there's any enemies, kill them. If there aren't, examine the room.

[DarkArtemisFowl]

Spoiler: Zechariah's Unconscious, for whoever cares (click to show/hide)

As Zechariah blacked out, he fell to the floor, which then proceeded to crash into hundreds of pieces of glass. The ceiling and the walls drew away as Zechariah fell through the gaping hole and was swallowed by darkness. After a few moments of falling in silence, he crashed through another barrier of glass, although this time he landed upright somehow. He was in a vast expanse of nothingness, except for a white-blue sky. He was standing on a glass platform that seemed to go on forever, and through the hole he saw that it was infinitely thin, as if there practically was no barrier between this light and the darkness he had come from.

He was back in the Medium that he came from. The place where the Castle of Glass once was.
That was impossible though, and he knew it. Both his own Medium and the Castle were both destroyed when Artemis was sealed into his subconscious and lost his power. So this must be a construct from his mind, a safe haven from the chaos outside.

He looked forward, and not thirty meters from him was the very same demon who taunted him every day. Meet Artemis Dimikaelo IV, former Twilight Prince and ex-King of the Amethyst Kingdom.

Also, part-time Destroyer of Worlds.

Artemis leisurely made his way towards Zechariah, with his classic grin still imprinted on his face. His heliotrope hair and amethyst eyes still shined like the first day that they had met.

"Having a good time in the land of the dead, Zechariah? Hmhm. I can see you've made some new friends... have you forgotten the others? Maybe Katherine? No, of course you wouldn't forget her."

Zechariah had already learned to ignore Artemis' words. All he was doing was trying to hurt him. No, actually. This was not the real Artemis. This was yet another construct of his mind; the real Artemis was in another dimension, somewhere that Zechariah had no contact with. And he was glad for that, really.

"Yes, I am actually making some friends. And no, I can't forget the Guardians and the Mediums. I think these new acquaintances are actually stripping me for medical purposes, by the way."

"Oh... disgusting." Even the Guardian of Chaos and Time was not comfortable with the human body.

"Yeah, I know. As long as Angel is okay, I'll be fine with whatever these entities have to throw at me."
"And you are not worried about your girlfriend at all? I wouldn't be surprised if she was burning in hell for your mistakes," Artemis sneered.
"Katie's... we're not like that... she's my confidante, is all. I know you're just trying to mess with me, Artemis. She's probably fine, trying to keep the group together."
"You're such a bad liar, Zechariah. She's probably all teared up because she just knows you're dead at this moment. Same thing with the others. In fact, here. Let me show you her right now!"

Artemis raised his right hand, made a circle gesture, formed a fist, and brought it down. The glass cracked below Zechariah and he fell through the newly formed hole.

More shenanigans.
Zechariah fell once again. But this time, he blacked out and awoke again, sitting next to Katherine Anayo on a balcony overlooking the Yisca Forest.
"But what if Artemis does come back? What if... what if Ze-... what if Zechariah doesn't come back?" Katherine was fighting back tears. Zechariah moved to touch her shoulder, but his hand was not allowed to, as if repulsed by some force restricting his movement. He tried speaking, but she did not notice his speaking.
"He'll be fine. He cheated death four times already. It's not like he's gone. And if he goes, Artemis goes too." From behind Zechariah stood Apollo Devicus, the guardian of Order and Space.
"I'm sorry though. You... you and the others from your time... they've become a liability."
"What? No we haven't. We've been helping just as the other Guardians have."
"Certain Guardians have informed me that there are plots of mutiny going around, since Zechariah is gone. I can't let that happen."
"No! No, that's never-"
Apollo contested with Katherine, struggling to push her off the balcony. He pulled out his broadsword and stabbed her in the stomach area. She did not resist anymore. He pushed her off of the blade and let her fall off of the balcony.
"KATIE!" Zechariah reached out to grab her, pull her onto the balcony. He couldn't though. He wasn't fast enough.
Apollo merely turned around and headed inside of the building.
Zechariah watched as Katherine fell to the fog below. He felt sick to the stomach.
It began raining shards of crystals. Very small bits of them. The world swirled around him. He saw Katherine's face one more time, and it looked as if she was calling for help.
Once again he reached out for her. And then his vision went black.

A view into the madness that is Zechariah's mind, if you will, and the two people he either hates with a passion or cares about very deeply.

Let my body do it's internal repairs. At least until I need to wake up. Until then, dream on about Artemis and Katherine and apple juice.

[GreatWyrmGold]

By the way, you are stable (that means not dying) and you can move. It's just that your eyes, ears and arms are damaged and you're a bit sensitive in your upper body. Try not to get in the path of any bullets.

((Dammit. Still blind.))

Keep healing. Try to get my sight and hearing back or, failing that, find someone big to lead me in the right direction.

[Toaster]

John frowned.  "I can't make anything organic, so no blood for him.  But didn't they say the guards would be waiting for us?"
Conjure up some cover that would stop bullets.

Your ability is refusing to summon things right now. Please try again later.
You could move some of those boxes though. Do you want to retcon it to you having done that?

((Sure.))


John crouched behind the boxes.  He was ready.

Take cover and prepare to open fire on all hostile targets.

[Xantalos]

Tape people's wounds shut.

[Lenglon]

lie down behind/beside Angel and wait, letting my tails brush against her side where she isn't burnt.
through interface, to entities and teammates: <Final question, will we pass through here again or shall I torch the place behind us, slowing pursuit?>

[Harry Baldman]

The service ladder's still here, right? Grab onto that before we reach the floor we're supposed to be on.

[Parisbre56]

Hide

You find a place to take cover.

"Well, time for more excitement..."
Duck to the side of the elevator door with my pistol, then peek out the side. If there's any enemies, kill them. If there aren't, examine the room.

You get in cover near one of the doors and get ready.

You could move some of those boxes though. Do you want to retcon it to you having done that?

((Sure.))

John crouched behind the boxes.  He was ready.

Take cover and prepare to open fire on all hostile targets.

After some pushing you make a wall out of the wooden boxes that are light enough for you to move and make sure the injured are behind it.
You take cover behind the boxes and get ready.

The service ladder's still here, right? Grab onto that before we reach the floor we're supposed to be on.

You use the ladder to get higher, get in cover and get ready.

[...]

Let my body do it's internal repairs. At least until I need to wake up. Until then, dream on about Artemis and Katherine and apple juice.

You remain unconscious.
This unconscious thing is like being in jail in Monopoly, isn't it? All the others are doing stuff and you're just rolling to see when you get to act again.

Tape people's wounds shut.

You have the brilliant idea to use transparent office tape to treat Zach's wounds, without having any prior medical experience, while suffering from a streak of bad luck. Clearly, CLEARLY a great idea that will result in no harm whatsoever.
Huh, look at that. Looks like you DO accumulate good luck. Displaying top notch medical skills and improvisation techniques previously thought to be attainable only by MacGyver, you somehow manage to use the tape to stop Zach's bleeding.
And I was beginning to think he was going to die for sure.
That's not to say he's in a good shape. He's still unconscious and at his state even looking at him the wrong way might kill him.
"Wow, I did not expect that."
"Well done mate! Knew you had it in ya. You had to stop sucking sometime!"

Stay where I am and keep regenerating.

You do that. Your vision is getting better. You can make out shapes and colors now. You should be completely healed soon.
The fox is standing next to you, gently brushing her tails against your side.

lie down behind/beside Angel and wait, letting my tails brush against her side where she isn't burnt.
through interface, to entities and teammates: <Final question, will we pass through here again or shall I torch the place behind us, slowing pursuit?>

You lie down on the metal floor of the elevator besides Angel, gently brushing your tails against her side. She's looking better. Her head and upper body are still a bit damaged from the punishment they received, flesh still red and missing on some places, but it's continuously being repaired and replaced.
"I'm keeping the door up there closed and it's reinforced to prevent people from forcing it open, so it should be a while before anyone from up there comes down here. But sure, go bananas, burn everything, you won't be coming back this way anytime soon. And if you do come back this way, a burnt elevator would be the least of your problems."
The elevator stops with a hiss and its enormous metal doors begin to open slowly, revealing what lies beyond. Very very VERY slowly.
"The incredibly slow and boring elevator has incredibly slow and boring doors. How surprising." says the entity in frustration.
For Jordan, John and Ike who are standing in cover and are ready to engage, it's a bit anticlimactic. Beyond the elevator lies a long concrete hallway with rails on the ceiling for those winch-like cranes, not unlike the one on the floor above, except for the fact that it's colder and damper down here.
At the far end of the hallway, a great distance away, you can see the doors of another elevator, partially obscured by those wooden boxes that seem to be everywhere. You can catch glimpses of civilians and guards, the doors already close to closing. One of the guards shoots a few rounds of his Assault Rifle rifle at your general direction a few moments before the doors close, more intent on intimidation then actually hurting you at this distance.
"Well, less guards for you to fight."
"Intruder alert. Lockdown procedures initiated. All personnel, please follow your superiors and evacuate immediately." says a female voice from unseen speakers, oddly calm despite the content of her message.
There are a few metal doors on either side of the hallway, two large ones with smaller doors built into them standing out.
"Two objectives on this level, Biolabs and Energetic Material Testing. Large door on the left is the first, large door on the right is the second. Make your pick and go, two teams, two doors. You don't have all night."

[GreatWyrmGold]

((I had an action...))

Keep healing. Try to get my sight and hearing back or, failing that, find someone big to lead me in the right direction.

((Thankfully, it was pretty much what you had me do.))

Stand up, finish healing. Try to stay out of the line of fire.

[Lenglon]

To Teammates: <I'll guard our wounded, call for me if you need backup and I'll come running.>
Remain beside Angel and Zach, torch anyone that tries to attack us.

[DarkArtemisFowl]

Spoiler: MORE OF ZECH'S DREAMLAND (click to show/hide)

Zechariah sat in a rather comfy chair next to a coffee table. Right next to the coffee table was an identical looking chair in which Artemis sat in. The decor was of a very dark purple, almost black. Artemis made gestures with his hands, and in front of the two of them spun different memories. Right now, Artemis was going through the more recent memories of the odd team of supernatural humanoids who were under the work of mysterious entities.

"And here we have... Jordan, is it? Hmhm, he looks like my kind of fellow indeed. I might need to seek him out later and... 'recruit' him."
Zechariah grabbed a glass of apple juice from the table and began drinking.
"Artemis, you're a construct of my subconscious. The real Artemis is somewhere that I can't contact him."
Artemis shrugged. "Do you think that the real Artemis would have different thoughts? Both you and I operate on the same frequency."
"I didn't say that. I said that you're not real and not able to affect the outside world."
Artemis grabbed a glass of grape juice, to complement Zechariah's own drink. "I may not be physical, but I am real indeed. I am your own subconscious; I am what you use the most and fear the most."

He then began flipping through the parts where Zechariah had gone off and carried Angel.
"So how important is this little demon girl, that you had to risk your life to save her?"
"Artemis, you know my way of doing things. I protect others around me no matter what my own cost is."
Artemis milked the moment, and then slowly shook his head. "Human emotion makes you do such stupid things. I've told you that before. Maybe if you had just let her take care of herself, you'd still be up and running at this point. Or, at least, shambling around, rather than talking to yourself."
"That's not how I work. Again, I work for others."
Artemis finished his glass of grape juice, and it broke into hundreds of small shards, flying into the air. "Whatever. If you get killed for this, do not blame me. Remember, Katherine's still waiting for you, hmhm. It'd be a shame for you to come back to her in pieces."
Zechariah looked downward. He knew Artemis was just playing with him, but some of the words got to him.
God, if you do not hate me, please let me wake up and get rid of Artemis, Zechariah thought to himself.
"I heard that."
"Get out of my head, Artemis."

Zechariah's vision went black again. He then fell into more nightmares about his loved ones.

Wake up, lest Artemis torture me more.

[Toaster]

John stood up.  "There's three of us down, that leaves five.  Alan, you and I are best armed.  How about we go left and you other three go right?"

Assuming no objections, grab Alan and go Left to Biolabs.  Go in and shoot opposition.  Use breaching charge if door is locked.

[Harry Baldman]

Huh. Well, climb on down and get out of the elevator. Survey the area with sight, then hearing, then sense of smell.

[Xantalos]

John stood up.  "There's three of us down, that leaves five.  Alan, you and I are best armed.  How about we go left and you other three go right?"

Assuming no objections, grab Alan and go Left to Biolabs.  Go in and shoot opposition.  Use breaching charge if door is locked.

ALL RIGHT!

Go shoot the bad people with the guy.

((What was that about gambler's fallacy, GWG? I couldn't hear you over my theory working ))