[ 2015.08.26 04:47:13 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote finishes setting charges on some extra walls, in case he needs to make a quick exit or otherwise. It's not the smartest plan. "Bel, how are you?"
[ 2015.08.26 04:51:45 ] Bel Boma > /emote blinks a few times, back to consciousness.
[ 2015.08.26 04:51:48 ] Bel Boma > Oh, I'm good.
[ 2015.08.26 04:51:54 ] Bel Boma > Drifting in and out.
[ 2015.08.26 04:51:57 ] Bel Boma > Ibrahim put me on some good stuff.
[ 2015.08.26 04:52:20 ] Bel Boma > /emote shakes her head. "Okay, no, I'm not good.
[ 2015.08.26 04:52:24 ] Bel Boma > I hate being drugged.
[ 2015.08.26 04:52:28 ] Bel Boma > I don't feel like myself.
[ 2015.08.26 04:53:08 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > That's never fun.
[ 2015.08.26 04:53:13 ] Bel Boma > I feel weak. Helpless.
[ 2015.08.26 04:53:16 ] Bel Boma > I can't help with any of this.
[ 2015.08.26 04:53:25 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote notions to the pistol next to her. "You can try."
[ 2015.08.26 04:54:09 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote checks the safeties and other utilities on his rifle, huffing.
[ 2015.08.26 04:54:24 ] Bel Boma > I have been trying.
[ 2015.08.26 04:54:30 ] Bel Boma > Did you see what trying got me?
[ 2015.08.26 04:55:10 ] Bel Boma > A few broken bones and a hole.
[ 2015.08.26 04:55:13 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > Gross.
[ 2015.08.26 04:55:21 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote always has time for sex jokes.
[ 2015.08.26 04:55:22 ] Bel Boma > Come over here so I can hit you.
[ 2015.08.26 04:56:13 ] Bel Boma > /emote beckons.
[ 2015.08.26 04:56:14 ] Bel Boma > Come on.
[ 2015.08.26 04:56:39 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote does, leaning down a bit. Dreamy eyes are a bit tainted by all his troubles, whatever they may be. "Go for it, hotshot."
[ 2015.08.26 04:56:53 ] Natalei > /emote //Someone makes a knock at the door and a muffled "Room service" can be heard from the other side.
[ 2015.08.26 04:56:54 ] Bel Boma > /emote socks him right in the pretty-boy nose.
[ 2015.08.26 04:57:00 ] Bel Boma > Room service!
[ 2015.08.26 04:57:07 ] Bel Boma > /emote sits up, regardless of Charles.
[ 2015.08.26 04:57:10 ] Bel Boma > I was getting hungry.
[ 2015.08.26 04:57:27 ] Bel Boma > Come in!
[ 2015.08.26 04:57:35 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote perks up, rubbing at his nose. Blood trickles down. "Bel, no, it's not--"
[ 2015.08.26 04:58:38 ] Natalei > /emote //The door is violently breached and a man wearing a dark coat with red stripes and a circular symbol on his arm bursts through, a small automatic weapon in hand.
[ 2015.08.26 04:59:02 ] Bel Boma > /emote blinks blearily at the guy. "... Did you bring pizza?"
[ 2015.08.26 04:59:18 ] Natalei > /emote goes to raise the weapon in Bel's direction.
[ 2015.08.26 04:59:29 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote wildly hipfires at the man standing in the vertical coffin shouting, "Shut up, Bel!"
[ 2015.08.26 05:00:03 ] Bel Boma > /emote tosses herself off of the other side of the bed. Oh, right, yeah. Weapons, death.
[ 2015.08.26 05:00:18 ] Natalei > /emote //The man takes a few shots, knocking his weapon off aim, though a few shots are fired off, missing. His body crumples to the floor, but just as soon as it does several more men and women in similar outfits start pushing through the door.
[ 2015.08.26 05:00:59 ] Bel Boma > /emote tries to snag the gun off of the bed.
[ 2015.08.26 05:01:23 ] Natalei > /emote //One of the women tries to lunge at Bel, a blade in her hand.
[ 2015.08.26 05:01:28 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote adjusts himself, eyes straining to see through the newly made dust and pain. He takes his shots, but he's not the best for the job.
[ 2015.08.26 05:01:52 ] Bel Boma > /emote takes a wild shot at the woman. "Leave room for God!" She tries to scramble back.
[ 2015.08.26 05:02:43 ] Natalei > /emote //The women is shot right in her heart, amazingly, and collapses atop Bel with a look of horror on her face. The other people are scrambling about trying to get at Charles, most of them taking laser shots.
[ 2015.08.26 05:03:29 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote hopes the traps go off properly, but there's more people coming in than there are going down.
[ 2015.08.26 05:03:52 ] Bel Boma > /emote never thought she was going to have it in her to pull the trigger. Bel hesitates at the corpse she made. She made. She killed someone, personally, looking straight at them.
[ 2015.08.26 05:03:58 ] Natalei > /emote //One manages to get close enough and attempts to bring the dagger down on Charles neck, just as he swings a loud series of explosions go off in the hall.
[ 2015.08.26 05:05:46 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote moves his arms in a fanangled parry, but catches just the tip into his right shoulder. Knocking him off balance is easy enough, especially when someone's in a lunge. He lets a beam pierce the man's chest once he's on the ground,
[ 2015.08.26 05:05:49 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote // going back to the others.
[ 2015.08.26 05:05:53 ] Natalei > /emote //A few people stumble past the doorway, collapsing, but just as many get up to continue rushing in.
[ 2015.08.26 05:06:39 ] Natalei > /emote //Several have taken up positions adjacent to the door, and are trying to fire in to the room from cover.
[ 2015.08.26 05:08:02 ] Bel Boma > /emote pushes the corpse off of her. She tries to crawl onto the bed, but it's tough when her leg doesn't cooperate. She takes a blow on her shoulder: her metal shoulder.
[ 2015.08.26 05:08:02 ] Natalei > /emote //Every few seconds people pop into view from the doorway, letting off random fire into the room.
[ 2015.08.26 05:08:04 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote grunts, takes more precise shots, but nothing with stopping power. A beam snags him, most of it burning off his left collarbone area.
[ 2015.08.26 05:08:29 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote yelps, holds the whole fucking rifle up with one arm, and keeps pulling that trigger until it either runs out or blows up in his hand.
[ 2015.08.26 05:09:26 ] Bel Boma > /emote continues, moving towards Charles. "Now?"
[ 2015.08.26 05:17:29 ] Natalei > /emote //The people in cover at the door are taken out by the violent barrage from Charle's rifle. A few moments later the charges on the back wall light up, blowing a massive hole in the wall.
[ 2015.08.26 05:17:58 ] Bel Boma > /emote calls out, after the explosion. "You know, Charles, I'm starting to think they aren't room service after all."
[ 2015.08.26 05:18:48 ] Natalei > "You know, I really thought that lots of bodies would help. I'm glad I was right."
[ 2015.08.26 05:19:27 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote can't support the rifle with one arm, letting it clatter to the floor. He pulls out his custom scalpel like knife, but gets distracted when he looks over his shoulder. Oh.
[ 2015.08.26 05:20:27 ] Natalei > /emote casually steps in to the room, over the half demolished wall, and takes a look around. Her clothing is completely black, like a qipao but more suited to combat. The dress is shortsleeved and loose, with the front and back flowing to her ankles.
[ 2015.08.26 05:21:00 ] Natalei > "A most... valiant defence, Mister Schmidt, but ultimately futile."
[ 2015.08.26 05:21:10 ] Bel Boma > /emote turns to face Natalei. She takes a clumsy potshot with her pistol.
[ 2015.08.26 05:21:53 ] Natalei > /emote slides out of the way with almost unnatural speed, and then moves forward, grabbing the pistol and tossing it aside. She waggles her finger, "Tsk tsk tsk."
[ 2015.08.26 05:22:00 ] Natalei > I'll deal with you after.
[ 2015.08.26 05:22:02 ] Natalei > /emote smiles.
[ 2015.08.26 05:22:19 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote struggles against the remaining few intruders, grappling with one who positioned himself atop Charles. "B-Bel! Kick her! Shoot her!"
[ 2015.08.26 05:23:09 ] Bel Boma > /emote sticks her tongue out.
[ 2015.08.26 05:23:11 ] Natalei > /emote motions and her goons step away, leaving Charles mobile again, she subtley drops her weight into a readying stance.
[ 2015.08.26 05:23:57 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote wheezes, looking around. It doesn't take long for him to get the full picture. "Are... are you fucking serious, right now?"
[ 2015.08.26 05:24:11 ] Natalei > /emote bites her lower lip, "Come on, though guy."
[ 2015.08.26 05:24:31 ] Natalei > tough*))
[ 2015.08.26 05:25:07 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote struggles to get to his feet, spitting blood. The scalpel twirls between his fingers. "I prefer redheads, hon."
[ 2015.08.26 05:25:34 ] Natalei > I know. She was a pretty plaything, for a time.
[ 2015.08.26 05:25:55 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote tries his best to get into his usual knife fighter's positioning, albeit a bit droopy. Mostly from being stabbed and shot. "I'll eat your heart." It's quite a sincere statement.
[ 2015.08.26 05:26:05 ] Natalei > I'm waiting.
[ 2015.08.26 05:26:29 ] Bel Boma > /emote glances about the area. Is the back opening clear?
[ 2015.08.26 05:26:39 ] Natalei > /emote notes there are goons in the back area.
[ 2015.08.26 05:26:49 ] Natalei > ((Grr Gons))
[ 2015.08.26 05:27:03 ] Bel Boma > /emote frowns. Inconvenient fucks.
[ 2015.08.26 05:27:19 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote does the typical circle, his mind more on any possible escape routes for Bel. He's the distraction, right? "I'm more genetically appealing than her, you know. Bel, that is."
[ 2015.08.26 05:27:54 ] Natalei > /emote sighs, "Are you going to try and stab me or not. Neither of you are leaving alive."
[ 2015.08.26 05:29:05 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > Yeah, well, I'm kind of in poor condition to really make the first move. I was hoping for you to lunge so I could cut along your triceps and follow up with some neck work.
[ 2015.08.26 05:29:21 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote is inching closer, okay? Jeez.
[ 2015.08.26 05:29:44 ] Natalei > /emote drops her stance and turns back to the opening in the wall. "I'm disappointed."
[ 2015.08.26 05:30:22 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote grunts, reaching for the pistol in his waistband. "Hi disappointed," he says, drawing the weapon,
[ 2015.08.26 05:30:40 ] Natalei > /emote //The crowd laughs as the weapon is drawn. Natalei does not react.
[ 2015.08.26 05:31:14 ] Natalei > /emote slowly turns back around.
[ 2015.08.26 05:31:38 ] Bel Boma > /emote goes for her own discarded pistol.
[ 2015.08.26 05:31:46 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote furrows his brows. His finger begins to squeeze the trigger. "I'm Charles."
[ 2015.08.26 05:32:15 ] Natalei > /emote 's eyes bulge slightly in surprise as a bullet slams into her chest.
[ 2015.08.26 05:32:45 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote sweeps the pistol to others in the room. The ones with shootsy-pows, not pointy-stabbies. He tries to shoot them, too.
[ 2015.08.26 05:33:08 ] Bel Boma > /emote takes her own pistol. She fires at the smallest crowd.
[ 2015.08.26 05:33:40 ] Natalei > /emote swiftly drops to the ground and slides up under Charle's extended arm and pivots, bringing one hand on top of his hands and the other, clenched, into his elbow.
[ 2015.08.26 05:34:09 ] Bel Boma > /emote turns her attention back to Nat. She takes another shot.
[ 2015.08.26 05:34:20 ] Natalei > /emote takes the bullet with gusto.
[ 2015.08.26 05:34:48 ] Natalei > /emote continues her ascent and slowly snaps Charles's arm backwards.
[ 2015.08.26 05:34:59 ] Bel Boma > /emote keeps firing!
[ 2015.08.26 05:35:11 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote responds with the proper response, which is a yelp that probably is not as loud as it should be. Bye, elbow. His other hand, still clutching his custom knife, tries to work wildly at her back. He can't reach.
[ 2015.08.26 05:35:43 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote settles for wild punches, scratches, and biting instead.
[ 2015.08.26 05:36:13 ] Natalei > /emote spins and slams one hand into Charles' throat and rams him against the wall, the other reaches for his knife, yanking it from his hand and then rapidly begins to stab him in the gut and chest.
[ 2015.08.26 05:37:11 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote 's eyes widen. It's the kind of thing an animal does. He goes for the eye gouge, cackling as he's ventilated.
[ 2015.08.26 05:37:58 ] Natalei > /emote tilts her head back with a sneer, just out of his reach, after a few moments she embeds the blade as far as she can between his ribs, trying for the heart, and then just drops him.
[ 2015.08.26 05:38:41 ] Natalei > /emote //Several of Nat's soldiers rush in to restrain Bel, taking the gun away and holding her up, immobilised.
[ 2015.08.26 05:38:59 ] Bel Boma > /emote is immobilised. She watches mutely as her best friend dies.
[ 2015.08.26 05:39:24 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote thuds to the floor, whooping. He's still trying to stand himself up, you know.
[ 2015.08.26 05:40:19 ] Natalei > /emote turns to Bel, splashes of blood on her other pristine, alabaster face, and frowns slightly. "You've caused me some trouble by reappearing, Albatross." She slowly starts advancing.
[ 2015.08.26 05:41:00 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote manages to half-drag himself along the floor. Scary! No, not really.
[ 2015.08.26 05:41:07 ] Bel Boma > /emote grins. It's a wicked thing. "You know, it's funny. Every time I come around, I cause a whole hell of a lot of trouble for you."
[ 2015.08.26 05:41:17 ] Natalei > It's almost... sad. I did enjoy your ice cream.
[ 2015.08.26 05:41:30 ] Natalei > Oh, there is no need to worry now, little bird.
[ 2015.08.26 05:41:30 ] Bel Boma > Maybe I'm not here for the end of civilization. Maybe I'm here for the end of you.
[ 2015.08.26 05:42:08 ] Bel Boma > /emote shrugs. It's a bit tough when she's being restrained. "Third time's the charm, right?"
[ 2015.08.26 05:42:17 ] Charles Cambridge Schmidt > /emote wheezes something. Something along the lines of "kick her," but that's about it.
[ 2015.08.26 05:42:20 ] Natalei > /emote smiles and unsheathes her own blade, intricately engraved and forged. She scoffs, "Please, not even your bullets can stop me."
[ 2015.08.26 05:43:05 ] Bel Boma > /emote 's smile falls off her face. She looks down at the blade. There's no mirth in her tone. "... I don't want to die."
[ 2015.08.26 05:44:05 ] Natalei > /emote gets close, awkwardly close. Faces almost touching close, but not quite close enough for her to be bitten. "You should've thought about that before you decided to reveal yourself."
[ 2015.08.26 05:44:53 ] Bel Boma > /emote shakes her head. Her freed hair falls in her face. "I was wrong. I didn't know it at the time, but I want to live."
[ 2015.08.26 05:44:54 ] Bel Boma > Please.
[ 2015.08.26 05:45:41 ] Natalei > /emote places the tip of her blade at Bel's neck, near the jugular, "It's too late for that." She smiles and plunges the blade deep before quickly taking it out. The people holding Bel drop her to the floor and they all start leaving.
[ 2015.08.26 05:46:04 ] Bel Boma > /emote crumbles.
[ 2015.08.26 05:46:24 ] Natalei > Have sweet dreams.
[ 2015.08.26 05:46:59 ] Natalei > /emote steps out through the hole in the wall and leaves the scene.