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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 5, 2008 0:42:38 GMT -5
Tuesday was just about to dash out and at least make a valid, if not vain, attempt to assist Alexei. However, her plan is thwarted by a hand covering her mouth, momentarily dazed by fear, Tuesday feels herself being pulled backwards, then she remembers the pistol that was in her left hand. She was fully intent on kicking her captor in the shins, before rounding on them and if not shooting them, at least threatening to do so, then the woman whispers in her ear, and she recognizes the voice, but can't put a face to it, however, for the moment at least, Tuesday trusts the person whose holding her.
She shakes her head, telling the girl that she'll be silent, then she hears Alexei calling her name. Since her mouth is still being covered she gestures in his direction. She doesn't know that their masked foe has fled the scene.
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Post by Eun/Aoi Kiriyama on Jul 5, 2008 0:43:00 GMT -5
Eun is somewhat glad that she wouldn't transform into Aoi every day because school is over, but she's still have to go to work.
"At least I get out the house more often." Eun thought to herself as she enter SOTA main building. "As for Lucio.....I could try and rescue him, but I don't have the money to get him out and I don't want to bother Keito about this."
As soon as she enter her working area, she sat down and began working on her designs.
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Post by Markus Dunstan on Jul 5, 2008 0:48:43 GMT -5
Silently, Markus stalks from the shadow, a tonfa blade in both hands. He approachs Alexei from behind, padding as softly as he can. Once he gets closer, he begins to twirl his blades, preparing to strike.
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Post by Maeve Cullen on Jul 5, 2008 0:57:53 GMT -5
A shot hits Markus from behind, right in the middle of his back. Maeve stands at the back of the car, gun in hand. Seeing him run off, she had climbed out of the car. She took her time picking a gun, and when she looked up, she saw that their friend had come back. She didn't want to take the time to aim at his head and risk missing, so she shot at the middle of his back.
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Post by Markus Dunstan on Jul 5, 2008 1:02:24 GMT -5
Markus stumbles and rolls across the ground as a manala blast hits, but then he springs up and sprints at Alexei, his blades whirling as he charges, feeling that attacking Maeve would be futile, and the the likeliest escape route was the warehouse, which Alexei stood between him and it.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 5, 2008 1:04:40 GMT -5
Alexei whirls and sees the assailant charging him, fear causing him to hesitate just a little to long before firing the weapon rather clumsily at the tonfa wielding attacker.
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Post by ronny on Jul 5, 2008 1:07:39 GMT -5
"That many people got hurt during the Allware textile factory?" Ronny thought to herself while she read the news through braille.
Even though this incident is kinda old news and Ronja is a 'Manalist', she feels sorry for the people who got hurt or killed. Ronny is currently sitting on her bed in her bedroom in Rome. She let out a sigh before she stood up and walk around a bit.
"I better start reading the book of Manala and couple of scroll since I am getting some hives...."
Ronja walk over her desk, trying not to bump to into anything, sat down and began reading a bit.
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Post by Markus Dunstan on Jul 5, 2008 1:15:46 GMT -5
Markus twists as one of Alexei's shots pierce his shoulder but still he runs at Alexei, then slashes at him, aiming for his torso, his blades simply a blurr as he doesn't stop, just sprinting as just a little blood drips from the two wounds he's sustained so far. He dashes inside the warehouse to evade any further gunfire.
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Post by Lena Eva Aysel on Jul 5, 2008 1:20:33 GMT -5
Lena was glad Tuesday decided to trust her. She released the woman, putting a finger to her lips and shaking her head. She heard the shots and knew her friends must be fighting Markus. Personally, she was at a loss what to do.
She whispers into Tuesday's ear. "Are your friends skilled?" She needed to know if she could trust her friends to be able to fend off Markus.
Tilting her head down, she caught sight of Tuesday's gun and was mildly surprised. She was thankful the journalist hadn't decided to fire. Every second they wasted though was one that Markus could come upon them.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 5, 2008 1:24:29 GMT -5
Alexei managed to feebly bat one blade away, but the other drew a downwards slash cross his shoulder to his hip. He screamed and stumbled back, falling to the ground as blood began seeping along his shirt and very new blazer. Sigh.
Alexei used the rifle to push himself to his feet, but then fell. He doubted he'd last much longer in this fight, and regretted having helped at all. He hated himself more now then he ever had.
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Post by Maeve Cullen on Jul 5, 2008 1:24:52 GMT -5
"Fuck!" Maeve shouted, grabbing another smaller gun before rushing after Markus. Her movements seem as fluid as his, slowing down only to glance at Alexei. If she stopped to help him, this all would be in vain. He was able to sit up, anyway. She enters the warehouse, fearing for Tuesday's safety. "Tuesday he's in here now!" She shouts, swinging her guns around to see if she could spot him or Tuesday.
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Post by Markus Dunstan on Jul 5, 2008 1:27:43 GMT -5
Markus ducked along the many crates noislessly, hearing one of his other attacks enter. He creeps along a large pile of crates, careful to stay in the shadows as he waits. He heard the woman with the gun call to someone, but he didn't recognize the name. Was that his target? Was she still in here?
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 5, 2008 1:31:34 GMT -5
Tuesday shrugs. "I honestly don't know. I think...hope so." She bites her bottom lip, and feels awful for getting her friends involved.
She opened her mouth, but whatever speech that she was about to utter was stopped when she sees Alexei fall to the ground out of the corner of her eye. "Shit!" She yells, nearly dropping her gun as she rushed to aid him.
She falls to her knees next to him, seeing his red blazer turn redder as his blood seeped into it. "I'm so so sorry." She says, and feels really terrible. Her head perks up when she hears Maeve call out to her, and wants to say something back to let her know that shes alright, but doesn't want to risk it.
Tuesday turns her attention back to Alexei, she cups his cheek in her hand that isn't holding the pistol. "Let's move you a little out of the way, alright?"
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 5, 2008 1:35:42 GMT -5
Alexei looked at Tuesday dully. He wanted to say it was all right, and that she shouldn't feel responsible, but he definitely felt that way. Still, he kept it to himself, partly out of politeness, mostly because the blood loss had started to weaken him and talking began to feel like a luxury he couldn't afford. He bit his lip and forced himself to stay concious as he nodded to Tuesday.
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Post by Maeve Cullen on Jul 5, 2008 1:40:08 GMT -5
Maeve hears some shuffling around the warehouse, but it was in different directions. Probably infested with rats. She also catches Tuesday's voice outside. After a moment, she fires off six rounds in general directions before running back out of the warehouse. "How is he?" She questions, relieved to see Tuesday fine though it was dampened by Alexei's wound. She stayed alert, glancing around as she waited for an answer.
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