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Post by Raz on Nov 28, 2016 10:06:10 GMT
Thanks to him dropping his weapon and diving towards his machine gun the shot only grazed the helmet. He lost sight of his target, chances were he was still alive. I figured that out when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He sighed as though he was disappointed."You as well Ten. You probably should look to your left and consider dropping your weapons. Unless, of course you can dodge four hundred ball bearings coming your way in half of a second." He had suspected that his shots wouldn't connect, after all this man could see the future. However, his sight must be limited because he didn't see this little gadget. He reached inside of his vest and came away with a dead man trigger.
Laying against the wall is a satchel, facing towards Ten. At this distance it would probably severely injure Merc but it would turn ten into mist. "This is from my own collection. Please don't make me take my thumb off of the trigger. I have nothing against you, but if this is what I have to do to keep my family safe..." His eyes showed that he took no pleasure in this but that he was deathly serious. His thumb he kept depressed on the button but the second Ten showed signs of resistance he'd take his thumb off the trigger and turn him into paste.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 28, 2016 14:23:56 GMT
Vaihl had just finished her modifications to Greyman's suit when he head the shot. Sounded like the fight was starting with out him.
"Thank you very much Ms Vaihl." He said respectfully before jogging towards where he'd heard the gunshot from.
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Post by Alexodia on Nov 28, 2016 21:52:12 GMT
Seeing the car roar up and head towards him with their target in the drivers seat, his eyes widened in surprise, but he held his ground; standing firm with an emotionless expression, he watched as the car swerved in a U-turn, their target sticking his arm out of the window holding a modified gun, firing two rounds towards him. Seeing the shots coming, he expertly moved sideways to dodge the first round, but he wasn't quick enough to dodge the second. Exclaiming in pain, the left side of his body jerked backwards without the other side as the bullet struck him in the left shoulder, slamming into him with extreme force. His legs almost buckling, he looked to his shoulder instinctively as he sank to one knee in pain. No blood or signs of entrance; rubber bullets, he concluded with a grimace, keeping a vice like grip on his powers, an action that was second nature by now. He wasn't sure whether he had rubber bullets specifically for him to negate the obvious burst of emotion that he would feel upon actually being shot, or Ms. Barbas requested such bullets as a prerequisite. Or it was his idea. It didn't really matter now, he thought, looking upwards to see the car speeding off down the road, beginning to turn the corner. As the war as to whether he should give chase raged in his head, he discovered that he didn't need to; hearing a loud bang that would have made a lesser man jump, a projectile struck the car in the wheel, causing the car to turn over and start barreling in the road. Looking over his shoulder instinctively, he saw somebody move away from a military grade rifle on the roof; the mercenary, he realised with slight irritation. Looking back towards the car housing their possibly dead target, he watched with surprise as the target jumped out of the car only to fly straight through a storefront window, the crash hitting his ears and making him wince as he watched the target get up several seconds later, dust himself off with some static movements of pain. He could feel the target's pain; the pain and the irritation...quickly turning to confidence as the target lazily pointed a grappling hook towards a roof and flew towards the roof, heading towards the mercenary with determination. His eyes widening, he quickly turned around, ignoring the pain in his shoulder and breaking out into a sprint towards the steel ladder leading up to the roof next to the mercenary and soon-to-be their target.
This could end badly, he thought somewhat frantically, reaching the ladder and climbing up the steel rung by rung with alarming speed, wincing slightly every time he put stress onto his left shoulder. It could end badly, but he had a plan; he could disable the target easily with a little bit of application of his powers. Administering a healthy dose of fear always rendered the target unable to do much; unable to move, unable to think due to their mind halting out of terror. It wasn't pretty, and it certainly wasn't very moral, but certain times called for certain measures, he decided as he reached the top of the ladder, hoisting himself up onto the roof next to the mercenary now facing off with their target. Making a quick glance at the distance, both the mercenary and the target were roughly twenty metres away, both of them visible through a window on the second floor several feet downwards from the roof with the gap between the buildings roughly four or five metres; too far to jump, but not nearly far enough for his powers to be out of reach. Setting his jaw in determination, he began to step forward, his eyes locked on the target through the second floor window and preparing to send him into a world of fear when suddenly his mind seized like it was being throttled by Ms. Barbas' immense feline strength. His pupils dilating and his skin turning white and clammy almost instantly as he collapsed to the ground, he felt a terror like he hadn't felt in so long gripping him tighter than a vice, feeling his grasp on his powers slip away in panic and disappearing into the terrified recesses of his mind.
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Post by Raz on Nov 28, 2016 23:09:14 GMT
(I thought we were inside of the building. On the second story.)
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Post by Alexodia on Nov 28, 2016 23:12:55 GMT
(OOC: Okay, that's my bad; I've altered it now)
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Post by Snoe on Nov 29, 2016 5:58:20 GMT
Ten was admiring the planning into this little heart to heart and a little dissappointed “Ummmm you’re in deep shit.” For more than one reason, namely he’d planted a little something on his opponent... he had time to tap him on the shoulder... secondly he was attempting to use lethal ordinance... provided by Vaihl which were clever mock ups of the real thing but still non-lethal bit painful though, and thirdly Vaihl kinda warned them not too use lethal force and that woman was scary.
BUT let him play his game... “If you check your left pocket you’ll find a white phosphorus bomb my healing friend, and if you check my right hand.” Pulling a similar deadman switch “Vaihl makes my toys too sweetcheeks, so who’s got less to loose.” Ten challenged him, though his bomb was just a special little flashbang with a flour and habenero pepper base, it’d look like the phosphorus and burn a little but nothing more than that. Vaihl making him play nice again.
It was then he felt a very familiar tingling in the back of his mind... oh shit Ten didn’t have long he touched the radio and called up Vaihl’s radio “Code 3 move fast!” Ten felt it hit, paralysing fear gripped him hard, and then rolled over in his brain, again and again! Like seeing your death on replay and in an infinite number of variations. Precogs and Empaths were no good together. Ten grit his teeth and was brought to his knees.
Vaihl heard the radio call “Sorry Mr. Grey but I’ve got to go.” Vaihl went for the dampener and leapt through the window and landed only to instantly bound up to where she knew Paradox was. Ten could handle a littel feedback but Paradox might start affecting all of the others and it would magnify if she didn’t break the link. She wrapped the device round Paradox’s neck and the regulator spun to life, reading the off the charts output and it kicked into gear. The sensors were top of the line, it wouldn’t blind Paradox but rather filter and limiter upon ‘dangerous’ levels and there were offensive settings for those tricky situations.
Vaihl caught the boy and brought up her own comm link “PAUSE the simulation we’re stopping for lunch.” The simulation dropped to bare bones constructs all leading to a little meeting room, and in came a group of PI caterers into the simulation along with the medical specialists and a Flesh weaver.
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Post by Raz on Nov 29, 2016 14:23:50 GMT
"Oh? Am I now? Perhaps that's true but Vaihl strikes me as someone who expects results at whatever the cost. And you're little trick," He said tapping the canister. "Isn't real. You're not allowed to use lethal force either. Besides, I saw your trick with Greyboy." His voice was apologetic, "Chances are this won't do what I would like from it. Nothing seems to in this blasted place. But it should at the very least incapacitate you. So again, I ask, surrender your weapons. This simulation is over." He'd done it, he'd captured the target despite everything. True Ms.Barbas may be upset with him but at the very least he'll be able to show that he's an effective agent.
Just as a smile began creeping onto his face, the world went mad. He didn't remember being escorted out of the simulation by staff, or really much of anything besides an ever present sense of extreme terror. When he regained control of his senses and found himself sitting on a couch looking at trays of snacks for lunch. His first thought was,"I'm gonna kill that Empath."
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Post by JerkOfAllTrades on Nov 30, 2016 14:15:25 GMT
Things escalated quickly. One moment Techint was saying something and next sounds of gunfire were heard from above. Livie tried to ask something, but seemingly was ignored by Vaihl, who suddenly rushed upstairs. Cecilie was so lost, that she had no time to react to things happening around her. And, before she was able to take hold of herself, test was stopped. Judging by the team of medics, that arrived soon after, someone got hurt. And got hurt pretty badly, as even Greyman's broken arm wasn't enough to stop the simulation. "What the hell even happened?", she mumbled. It was hard to see who exactly was injured, but probably it was either Paradox, Merc or Techint. Her other companions were too close and Ten hardly was unprofessional enough to be seriously hurt by the couple of rookies.
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Post by Alexodia on Dec 1, 2016 15:35:54 GMT
He hadn't found himself in this state of terrified limbo for such a long time; he thought he had a good enough grasp on his powers to make sure that this never happened again. It couldn't; he needed to control himself, and in a situation such as the one he was in, he managed to fail. He'd be deeply ashamed of himself if he knew where he was. His mind had a habit of that; when he went too far inside his own head, he tended to blank out and not know what was going on; he didn't even know what he was doing, but he knew that he didn't know that he was doing it.. It was like a black wall of non-existence; no right, no left, no up, no down. Just blackness in every direction as his mind screamed out to him in so many different ways; reliving the worst memories of his life, seeing all of his mistakes. But there was something even worse than all of them that happened when he blanked; he felt. He felt all of the emotions that he had been containing a thousand-fold; unbelievable, indescribable rage to wrenching, heart-breaking sorrow all at once and all stronger than he had ever felt before. Never any of the positive ones; just the ones that made him want to die. The worst part was that it made everybody else want to die, too; every time he had woken up from blanking out, he had either been surrounded by dead bodies that he had tipped over the edge, or he had woken up completely alone, surrounded by nothing and no-one, not even a solitary fly. Cars were usually crashed or flipped over or abandoned in the street; windows were smashed, even belongings were left forgotten on the ground. This time was worse, though; he had come here to give himself a chance, and he had ended up destroying everybody else. He'd have to leave once more; perhaps change his name, since an entire research tower of dead bodies was worse for the government than several blocks once every few years. He just hoped that it wasn't too bad that he couldn't escape, although being perfectly honest, he wouldn't mind if he couldn't. He didn't have a 'time' anymore, like he used to. It didn't really matter; he should have died a long time ago.
Waking with a start, he jerked instinctively into the air, his reflexes sending him rolling before he was jerked back by an unseen force. His eyes snapping open in surprise, he looked around to see himself all alone in a secluded room that somewhat resembled an interrogation room, only more comfortable in a sense. White wallpaper, no windows or decorations, just a couch that he had been lying on, also white. Looking down reflexively, his eyes widened in shock as he saw equipment resembling restraints around his right forearm, allowing him to move around some but essentially locking him in place. Noticing this restraint around his arm, he felt his arm automatically become sensitive to the feeling of the restraint, also alerting him to a second restraint around his neck, which he instantly reached up to assess, before his eyes dulled in recognition. It wasn't a restraint; merely the collar that Ms. Barbas had shown him earlier. That must be why he wasn't surrounded by chaos, he thought, before he heard somebody pointedly clear their throat. Casting his eyes upwards, he was surprised to see that he had missed Ms. Barbas sitting casually in a chair a few feet opposite him, her face inscrutable and watching him in silence. He raised an eyebrow in bemusement.
"I take it I became slightly overemotional?" He asked dryly, his quiet voice cutting across the room in understanding. He wasn't looking forward to this.
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Post by Snoe on Dec 14, 2016 6:20:59 GMT
Vaihl sat down at Paradox side with an understanding look “I should have warned you, but I will admit to being curious to see how you would handle the situation.” She spoke though her words hung without form or anchor “Forgive me; I'm referring to your powers colliding with that of a Precog.” Vaihl let the groggy young man process what she said before continuing. “When an Empath tries to read or affect a Precog the result is a loop of the current emotion, so its like standing between two mirrors and the reflections multiply infinitely so that’s what hit you.”
Ten was lying down in the next bed, and the lunch room outside was filling up with people and food as well someone likely seeing to Greyman’s injury already and checking up on all the others a few scientists going over the collected data on the prototypes.
Ten groaned “That hurt kido, but you did better than most.” Ten muttered still lying there on the opposite wall “Was expecting total meltdown but you held together well; we'd all be sorta screwed if Vaihl hadn’t stepped in with that device.”
Vaihl seemed proud of her work “Its an aid not a suppressor; it worked better than I’d hoped, it brought your conditions down to normal parameters surprisingly gently.” Vaih was being totally honest in this regard. She never expected things to go perfectly thusly prepared accordingly.
Meanwhile*
IN the lunch room, another woman had arrived, she was far from professional like Vailh long dark hair and athletic build, dressed almost like a biker. Tattoo just under her right eye “Hello ladies and gents, I was looking for my cat; she goes by Vaihl... I’m Morrigan, by the way, I’m on loan for some test group.” During the clean up Vaihl made a few calls to get a replacement for Ten for the rest of the tests and what she got was a very capable but very underhanded Morrigan.
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Post by Envy on Dec 14, 2016 12:41:13 GMT
Fading back into the physical world Techint walks out spinning his cane in a circle "Man I need a cheeseburger or i'll die in the process of doing this test." Techint walks into the lunchroom and grabbing a seat he sees to women a couple of feet away from him talking doing his best not to spy he sends a miniature drone off to "hear them better". Then starts to text a friend of his.
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