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Post by Relic on Jul 15, 2012 0:24:47 GMT -8
As David attempts to make a mental note of the Buick Regal rapidly pulling away, a young redhead with her hair tied back wearing a short black skirt, silver halter top, an apron, way too much makeup on her face and too many jingling bracelets around both wrists, bursts through the front door of Bernie's bar, staying hunched low and screaming hysterically. The detective looks down to the dazed and confused man on the sidewalk, who has propped up on one elbow and is shaking his head, blinking rapidly and attempting to get his bearings... but strangely David also notices the man is hidden in the dark shadow cast by his own looming figure, as if the sun itself were suddenly right at his back! He hears, "Greetings, what wicked things happen here this day?" in a deep, majestic voice just as two more people come rushing out of the tavern's front door with fear in their eyes, crouched low and moving with purpose. Adam comes running forward, gun drawn but held pointing to the ground with both hands, yelling, "The Hell's goin' on?"Ooc: another round of Declarations & Initiatives pls
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Post by nightson on Jul 15, 2012 5:01:50 GMT -8
unclear if Torch notices shadowy figure..so I will give two options If noticed Torch Declares: Cast light into the shadows...to see who is there. If did not notice Declare: The Torch runs to the woman lifts her off the ground into his arms and says "Greetings fair bar maiden. I am the Torch, a champion of of good do you need aid?" [dice=10] you may use this roll for either relevant action actions[dice=100][rand=856766462093219276685394602827730148789784871041779517989626619965]
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Post by nightson on Jul 15, 2012 5:03:44 GMT -8
whoops add a
+1 to that initiative roll plz. Thanks.
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Post by Relic on Jul 15, 2012 6:25:50 GMT -8
ooc: hmm... Night, either your reading comprehension is off, or my description delivered waaay poorly in that last post lol; after reading again, I'll say most likely the latter -- my bad!
what I'd intended to mean is that the looming shadow being cast over the injured man is David's own, and that Torch provided the sudden bright 'sun'/intense light source standing directly behind the detective, causing David's shadow to project fwd
anyway, there is no shadowy figure (in the sense of an enemy) so we'll go with your latter declaration
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Post by Relic on Jul 16, 2012 8:26:34 GMT -8
ooc: fyi, forgot to mention Nightson (Toby/Torch) will be w/o internet til Wednesday-ish, so expect a slight pause on his replies
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Post by Relic on Jul 16, 2012 10:37:29 GMT -8
The fleeing waitress has her head turned back and unknowing runs right into Torch, who instinctively scoops her off her feet and gently cradles her in his sinewy arms. At his comforting words but realizing her infernal predicament, the frightened youngster lets out a bloodcurdling scream in reaction to anticipated intense burns as if her very soul were on fire.
ooc: just realized i'm getting a little ahead of myself so will take a slight pause for Psi to post his Declare/Init
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Post by nightson on Jul 17, 2012 10:36:27 GMT -8
ooc: Whoops. Sorry. That was my bad.
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Post by Relic on Jul 29, 2012 20:30:12 GMT -8
ooc: fyi… psiman's out of commission for a few (packing/moving), and has asked 'Detective Michaels' be NPC'd for a few turns. So w/o further ado…Hearing, "Greetings, what wicked things happen here this day?" behind him, detective David Michaels, crouched low by the wounded man on the sidewalk, suddenly spins around and stands erect. "HOLY HELL!" the detective exclaims as he sees standing stoically before him, the rumored "Burning Bay Man" himself -- the man of FIRE! David stares tongue-tied momentarily at the sight of the flaming figure just as a wild-eyed waitress suddenly brushes past him from behind, not paying attention to where she's running, and heads right at the burning man who scoops her up and cradles her in fiery arms like a baby. "Greetings fair bar maiden. I am the Torch, a champion of good do you need aid?" says the living inferno, responded to only by horrific screams as she appears to be burning alive. Instinctively David draws his piece, aiming the pistol at Torch and yells, "DROP HER - DROP HER NOW! YOU'RE KILLING HER!!" Adam quickly replies, "NO! David, it's alright! Trust me on this! It's alri…" But Adam's plea is cut short by a violent explosion of bright yellow-white light that erupts from the interior of Bernie's front entrance in the direction of the street, interrupting the intense standoff between the trio. FFFZZZZSSSSSHHHHHRRRRRRNNNNNTTT!!!!
The powerful, near-blinding flash of pure energy shatters the front door's frame and sends shards of shattered glass and splintered wood flying. From their vantage point, the men spot the unfortunate recipient of the intense beam -- the second of the two fleeing civilians who had just exited the tavern seemingly on his way to freedom. For a nightmarish moment, the man stands quivering at the entrance way looking horrified at a gaping cauterized and steaming hole one-foot wide in his chest where Torch, Adam and David can see daylight clear through to the other side. Unable to even scream, he simply pitches forward, crumpling lifelessly down a few steps to the cement sidewalk below. Torch, David and Adam stare in shock at the carnage, when suddenly vaulting through the previously-shattered main window, a figure in dark brown leather jacket and loose khaki cargo pants tumbles forward mid-air then into the street and pops upright in one fluid motion. The man rips off his jacket throwing it angrily to the pavement, revealing a stretched white (classic wife-beater) tank top, and a physique of rippling muscles. Concealing his face -- a gold, lucha libre wrestling mask! The man steals a glance at Torch, then turns to face the dark interior beyond the broken main window frame of Bernie's bar, lifting his hands and clenching his fists in a boxer pose. "OK Shrike!!! You and me. Right here. I think I'm going to have go ahead and put my fists upside your head!" roars the man behind the gold mask. David notices the girl in Torch's arms, her eyes shut, no longer screaming. Unsure if she's dead or unconscious, surprisingly he does not smell anything burnt; though strangely the strong scent of fresh urine is in the air. ooc: Declarations/Init time! Psiman, if/when rdy again, jump in anytime
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Post by nightson on Jul 31, 2012 16:20:43 GMT -8
declare: Torch turns will try to get the bystander to a safe place-behind a parked car/or an armored truck initiative:[dice=10+1] roll:[dice=100][rand=133515560766682033615890536457300640040356665849702185694291256368]
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