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Post by Felix Falora on Feb 11, 2009 6:38:46 GMT -5
"Oh boy," Masahiro said. Then he picked up something. "... It's heading for us. Be on guard!"
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 19, 2009 16:17:50 GMT -5
There was a moment of unsettling quiet. Then, someone started pounding on the door. It was a rythmic, forceful thumping. The door splintered under stress from the beating. Whatever was on the other side paused for a moment and then, with a burst of energy, kicked the door down.
Oliver stood in the doorway. Or, rather, Oliver's body. The pale face, warty smile, and bright, yellow eyes showed that he still suffered from his mysterious condition. However, there was something strange in his pupils-- almost as if something were looking out...
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Post by nintendonut1 on Feb 19, 2009 19:42:58 GMT -5
"WAGH!!" Eddy leaped back a bit. "What the HELL!?"
"O...Oliver White...!?" Double D gasped, recognizing the man.
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Post by Felix Falora on Feb 20, 2009 13:42:43 GMT -5
"How in the world can it be?!" Masahiro gasped, pulling his sword.
"You're supposed to be dead!" Felix cried, pulling his sword as well.
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 20, 2009 16:21:29 GMT -5
"The thing's definitly got a pulse-- are you sure he wasn't just in a coma?" Scratch aimed his guns at the body as he spoke calmly to Felix. With a glance down, he saw a carving knife in Oliver's hand. With enough skill, it would be enough to cut someone up.
Philip emptied his clip of its ammo and pulled a different round out of his pants-pocket. As he reloaded, he muttered something in Latin, all while keeping his eyes on Oliver.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Feb 20, 2009 16:37:39 GMT -5
"Whoa...!" Everyone turned and ducked as Philip got ready to unload lead at the intruder. Hopefully, he get this situation under control before thing got too hectic, like they ALWAYS did.
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 20, 2009 16:44:06 GMT -5
(OOC: Reloaded his lead. He hasn't shot yet.)
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Post by nintendonut1 on Feb 20, 2009 16:54:38 GMT -5
(aww, crap. XD my bad. I go fix)
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Post by Felix Falora on Feb 20, 2009 18:02:54 GMT -5
"Whatever it is, we do not want it to hurt our friends... We will destroy it if it takes hostile action," Masahiro explained.
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 21, 2009 9:33:26 GMT -5
"I take it you're not close friends with this guy?" Scratch asked. Crash's body collapsed onto the ground, revealing Scratch's almost stereotypically devillish form. "Well, first Philip needs to knock him out of the guy's body; then, I need to blast him back to Hell. Or, if you're really in a bad mood, you could just kill the host and send them both to Hell."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Feb 21, 2009 20:34:00 GMT -5
"...you two seem to know what you're doing, so we'll step aside," Double D decided, gathering the rest of them altogether in one corner. Concerned for the well-being of the unconcsoious bandicoot, Skywise dragged him over with the rest. "Do try to keep Oliver alive, if you can." With that, he put up a force field to protect all those close to him, allowing Phillip and Scratch to do what they please to neutralize the enemy.
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 22, 2009 8:30:33 GMT -5
Finally, Philip finished changing clips and fired a shot square in-between Oliver's eyes. The bullet hit, although not in the typical way; it traveled through the flesh, pushing something out as Oliver collapsed on the ground.
The barely-human form that had been forced out of Oliver's body grinned a toothy, fanged grin. Sickeningly, the smile was made permanant by a series of painful-looking staples. Similar-looking staples had been applied to his eyes, keeping them open. Scaly flesh hung off of his body in decaying clumps. The two middle fingers on his left hand were missing, and his thumb had been replaced with a hooked talon.
The terror and disgust were watered down a bit by his incorporeal appearance.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Feb 22, 2009 13:20:55 GMT -5
"Holy...!"
"What IS that thing!?"
"Good... lord...!" Double D grunted through his mental concentration on the force feild. "It's so... grotesque...!"
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 22, 2009 13:35:01 GMT -5
"Whoa. How much did they torture that guy?" Philip asked in surprise. "Just focus." Scratch said quickly. "No reason to get freaked out by something that doesn't exist." He was about to pull the trigger when, in the blink of an eye, the St. George Killer rushed up to him and shashed him across the face with his bare hand. In shock, Scratch dropped his guns. He held his wound as he bled fire.
"That woman... why did she shoot me...? I was trying to help her achieve a higher level of existance... and then, they locked me up like an animal. I don't understand."
As the killer mused on this, Philip aimed his gun at the spectre. He knew God would probably punish him for sending a demon into Heaven, but the ghost had to be dealt with. Lining his sight, the ghost noticed him with his stapled-opened eyes and, with a swipe of the finger, cut the gun out of Philip's hand.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Feb 22, 2009 13:51:17 GMT -5
"Yikes!" Ed cowered behind Fleetfoot, scared out of his wits.
"Hey!" Eddy called out to the pair. "You guys need any help, or what?"
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