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6/24/2016 2:31:08 PM
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[i]Shitshitshitshitshit![/i] "I really hope you've got a plan to get us out of here!"
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[i]You notice that he pulls out a weird device of sorts. It seemed to radiate with some sort of purple energy.[/i] "Brace yourself..." [i]Xavier's glasses crack a little bit.[/i]
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[i]Thank God for shit vision and thick lenses[/i], I thought. "Please tell me that's a teleporter."
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"This may take up most of my energy, so when we get through all of this, you'd better help me." [i]Xavier's hands start to generate a huge ball of Psionic energy. He releases it, constructing a sort of purple black hole in front.[/i]
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Edited by Kell in a Cell: 6/25/2016 12:06:28 AM"I think I own you at least that much, man."
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"Shut up and get in the hole." [i]Xavier pushes him into the black hole.[/i]
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I tumbled through, surprised by the shove, somewhat less so than the change in mood. He was probably tired of me screaming my head off. Standing up, I took a look around, taking in my new surroundings.
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Edited by Tamedfrog: 6/25/2016 12:20:59 AM[i]You stand in a hallway of multiple rooms. You can't really tell what they are, but at least you know you are safe.[/i] [i]Xavier tumbles through the Psionic black hole, a little tired. Well actually, he is VERY tired. He tries to stand up, but falls to his knees.[/i]
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"Easy there, buddy, I got ya," I said, throwing his arm over my shoulders. "Where to, hero?"
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"I'm probably going to have to lay down for a hour or two, so... I need to set me down on the couch in my room." [i]He points to one of the doors as he says that.[/i]
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"So, where are we, anyway?" I asked as I helped him over to door and tried to open it.
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[i]Xavier pats his pockets for his key or keycard, then gives it to him.[/i] "Basically, rooms for people who get introduced into the Bloodwrath."
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Using the keycard, I opened the door, spotting the couch immediately and making a bee-line for it. I'm not a 90 pound weakling, but I'm still far from what one would call strong. Nonetheless, we made it over with out incident, and I put him down gently on the couch. Then, I took a look around the room.
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[i]It's basically every house that is in a typical neighbourhood. There's the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, e.t.c. There's also a room that looks like some sort of armoury or training course, which you don't normally find in a house.[/i]
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I let loose a low whistle. "Everything you need to survive the apocalypse." I paused. "Or a death ship, as the case may be."
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"You got any firearms experience?"
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"Some," I said, absently scratching at my chin. I shook my head. "That's obviously not going to be enough to survive here, though. I'm going to need a lot more than mediocre gun skills."
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"How about a bunch of gear?"
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I looked over at Xaiver. "No, I mean actual combat training. Other than how to shoot a gun, my combat skills can very generously be described as rudimentary. Gear will help, yes, but I need to know how to use it - and beyond that, use it effectively."
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"I don't really know. Experience from travelling to and from locations helped me learn how I could fight."
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"Well, think you could at least teach me a few tricks?"
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[i]Xavier sighs.[/i] "Okay then, come closer to me, will you?"
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I walked closer to him, somewhat wary from the statement, but not enough to refuse anything he could give me.
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"Okay, so... This may sting a little." [i]Xavier suddenly puts two fingers on your forehead, giving you... Something. You find yourself blacking out as he does so.[/i]
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[i]At least it doesn't hurt[/i] was my last thought as darkness consumed my vision. I was hardly surprised by him using some weird power or ability, considering his tone. Considering what I had seen- Wait...
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[i]Adam stands in a white canvas of a landscape. He stands on a invisible floor, which he sees more blankness below it.[/i] [i]A chainsword lies on the ground, waiting for someone to pick it up.[/i]
