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9/27/2015 8:33:42 AM
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"It's a trap. Most definitely a trap.
That's how it works in the movies, or at least the ones a few.... I dunno, hundred years ago."
*She shrugs*
"What? My grandmother had some odd tastes, alright?"
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Stephenson gives her a blank stare. [i]I don't care if it's a trap. It's the only chance I'm going to get, and you aren't coming with me.[/i]
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"Like hell I ain't. You need somebody to keep you in control." *She stares back, unmoving*
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Stephenson turns to her, with a strange look in his eyes. His nose begins to bleed. [i]No. You're staying here. I'm not going to let you get hurt.[/i]
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"Get hurt? Me? You must be imagining things again." *She sits up*
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The detective is now rather obviously delirious. [i]No. No, no no. You don't understand. It's not safe out there. Not for anyone. I need to go. This has to end.[/i]
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"If it's not safe for anybody, than why are you going?" *She gets up, striding over to the door to lock it* "You are staying. Or we can go together. Your choice."
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Stephenson grows more irate. [i]NO![/i] He gestures in barely contained anger, as well as- fear? [i]You don't understand, I'm not going to lose you again![/i] As Shiroe begins to respond, Stephenson whirls, screaming. [i]I don't care, Evelyn! I can't let this happen again! I lo-![/i] He realizes what he's called her, and his eyes go wide. The detective collapses back into his chair, broken.
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[b]A relapse. He's having a relapse.[/b] [i]Shit. Not good. Not good at all.[/i] [u]Even to me, this is crazy....[/u] *Shiro stares at him, silent*
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Stephenson sobs weakly. [i]I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry...[/i] He seems to have completely lost his mind, and then he stares up at Shiroe. [i]I- It's just- why?[/i] Then the glass of the next apartment over breaks.
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"Pull yourself together. Let's get out of here." *She suddenly slams the bolt shut on the door, hauling Stephenson out of his chair* "We got hostiles inbound and I am going to need some help." *She pulls out her pistol and the one she took from Stephenson, checking both before heading over towards the second half of the apartment*
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There is a sort of tuneless humming, from the next room. Peeking around the doorframe, you can see a hulking man literally sniffing around the room, lifting up objects seemingly unaided. The Psion turns toward the open door and addresses it, as if he can see Shiroe. [b]Well, now, you should stop hiding! I see that you're the little knight's replacement for his fair lady. Allow me to break you both to little pieces.[/b] He lifts some sort of plasma caster, probably stolen, or homebuilt. It begins to charge up. [b]You see, my name is the Werewolf.[/b]
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"Well shit." [b]Combat STIMS entering system. Begin combat analysis.[/b] *She jumps back from the door as she fires both pistols at the canister. She lands in a roll and grabs Stephenson on her way to the window* "We're taking a shortcut!!" *She tosses him out, onto the fire escape and turns back to the kitchen*
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Edited by Ex PI: 9/28/2015 8:21:02 PMSuddenly, Shiroe is sucked back inside, through the broken window, and time seems to rewind. Stephenson is a drunken mess, but his mind is still running. [i]The Werewolf is a Tempest. We'll have no chance, unless...[/i] Stephenson weakly grabs his pistol, and shoots the Werewolf's weapon, detonating it. The serial killer is thrown back, but pulls out an ornate knife. A sense of nausea overwhelms the pair, and Shiroe is pulled toward the Werewolf, who grabs her by the arm and slashes with his knife. [b]You are, both of you, so [i]pitiful.[/i] Don't you see that? It is a mercy, my work. A mercy.[/b]
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*Shiro uses her power gauntlet on her right hand to blast him in the face as she bats the knife away with her left. She ducks and rolls away* [spoiler]99-5 94 left.[/spoiler]
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The blast reflects from the Werewolf's blade, and strikes the insane man in the face. The knife flies from his hand and hisses toward the air, straight toward Stephenson, plunging into his gut. The detective gurgles softly and collapses as The Werewolf pulls out another knife and charges Shiroe.
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[spoiler]Trying to kill him off much?[/spoiler] [b]Objective Failed. Survival chances minimal if combat continues.[/b] *She glances at Stephenson briefly before dashing towards the window*
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[spoiler]No. Just planning on taking a break.[/spoiler] As the Werewolf dives toward Shiroe, he suddenly freezes, with his own knife stuck in his back. The Temepests seems to twitch in and out of time before collapsing into a pile of dust.
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[spoiler]K. Gonna make a post about how Shrio takes Stephenson to one of her hideouts. Cool?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Sure.[/spoiler]
