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For a brief summery, one of the rebels has the teleportation power. He teleports into the Government base with friends, a brief scuffle ensues, then teleports back to the van with all the supers the government had. As for how you enter, (how I would do it anyways) assume you were taken with the rest, wake up in the Van after the crash, see everyone running to the thicket and follow them.
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Nothing I can think of off the top of my head. They had some idle chatter then joined up with everyone in the van.
Pat resisted the urge to flinch away when the girl grabbed his hand. At first he thought she was just trying to grab the pills before realizing she was using his more for support than anything else. Pat just sat there for a few seconds, not really knowing what to do, before Vida decided to take the initiative and throw up for a second time. At this point Pat realized his endeavor would have failed anyways, seeing as even if she did take the pills, she wouldn't have been able to keep them down. Vida managed to whisper something about sleeping before passing out. Pat laid her back down on the ground before standing back up.
Well... that's that. At least she doesn't have to worry about being lonely, I'm sure quite a few of us will be joining her shortly.
Pat quickly scanned his surroundings again. It seemed everyone was doing mildly better than before. The man with a bullet wound to the leg had even gotten that bandaged up. However the girl who was shivering before now seemed to be curled up in a ball and wasn't moving. With a sigh, Pat started over to where she was to see if he could help.
After a quick visual inspection, Pat decided that there was nothing wrong with her. She obviously hadn't been shot. She didn't seem to have any cuts, bruises, or any other sort of injury. Her skin looked a little paler than an average persons, but Pat just assumed that was her normal skin tone. Looks like the other girl managed to pass on her patented "curl up in a corner and cry for no reason" technique before getting shot. The girl was probably just suffering from shock and would get over it eventually. Probably just in time to get shot. Still, Pat felt it was wrong to just leave her without doing anything so he made a half-hearted effort to snap her out of it.
"Come on lady, get up. Sitting there isn't going to solve any problems."
Well... that's that. At least she doesn't have to worry about being lonely, I'm sure quite a few of us will be joining her shortly.
Pat quickly scanned his surroundings again. It seemed everyone was doing mildly better than before. The man with a bullet wound to the leg had even gotten that bandaged up. However the girl who was shivering before now seemed to be curled up in a ball and wasn't moving. With a sigh, Pat started over to where she was to see if he could help.
After a quick visual inspection, Pat decided that there was nothing wrong with her. She obviously hadn't been shot. She didn't seem to have any cuts, bruises, or any other sort of injury. Her skin looked a little paler than an average persons, but Pat just assumed that was her normal skin tone. Looks like the other girl managed to pass on her patented "curl up in a corner and cry for no reason" technique before getting shot. The girl was probably just suffering from shock and would get over it eventually. Probably just in time to get shot. Still, Pat felt it was wrong to just leave her without doing anything so he made a half-hearted effort to snap her out of it.
"Come on lady, get up. Sitting there isn't going to solve any problems."
Izkripp said
Vida's going to be out until my next post. The body heals faster when you are a sleep anyway.
We can heal while we sleep? When did this turn into a game of final fantasy (and who's going to cough up the 80g for the inn)? Anyways I'll try to have a post up sometime tomorrow... ish.
Don't worry team, we've got Pharmaceutical Man to the rescue.
Also let me know if I overstepped my bounds in regards to effecting other player characters. I'm not sure what the rules are in regard to that.
Also let me know if I overstepped my bounds in regards to effecting other player characters. I'm not sure what the rules are in regard to that.
His headache had subsided to a manageable throb by the time Pat made it through the thickets. He could still hear bullets ringing out from behind him, but with the sandstorm and some dumb luck, none had found him. Pat was still a little upset at the decision to leave the van, if one gunmen got lucky and sprayed this thicket they would all be dead. As Pat finally cleared the brambles and scanned the group he realized that may have already happened.
Silent Man appeared to have caught a bullet to the leg as well as found a rock monster who appeared to be on their side. One girl was shivering uncontrollably and another appeared to need assistance to remain standing. "Well Stretch," Pat mumbled to himself. "Looks like you got yourself a real crack squad assembled here. We'll be taking the world by storm in no time." Then Pat saw Vida.
It took Pat a moment to remember that she wasn't supposed to be wearing a red shirt. Then he saw the holes in it and started running. As he got closer he noticed the pool of vomit on the ground by her. He also got a better look at her face which caused him to unconsciously think, Seriously lady? You cry the entire time your in the van but now that you've got half a ton of lead in your back you decide to stop? When Pat finally reached her, any thought that he could save her vanished. He could count six holes in her shirt, a death sentence given that they were in the middle of a woods and miles from any hospital. Still, Pat thought of a few ways he could at least try and help her out. First he tried to move her from her current "hands and knees" position to more of an upright sitting position. He doubted moving her would do any more damage and he figured she probably didn't want to spend he last moments staring straight at the former contents of her stomach. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pill bottle, putting two of the pills into his hand before raising his hand to the lady's eye level. He wasn't exactly sure what pills these were, but considering his usual prescription they would probably do something between making her feel very sleepy and knocking her out.
"Here. Eat these, they'll help."
Silent Man appeared to have caught a bullet to the leg as well as found a rock monster who appeared to be on their side. One girl was shivering uncontrollably and another appeared to need assistance to remain standing. "Well Stretch," Pat mumbled to himself. "Looks like you got yourself a real crack squad assembled here. We'll be taking the world by storm in no time." Then Pat saw Vida.
It took Pat a moment to remember that she wasn't supposed to be wearing a red shirt. Then he saw the holes in it and started running. As he got closer he noticed the pool of vomit on the ground by her. He also got a better look at her face which caused him to unconsciously think, Seriously lady? You cry the entire time your in the van but now that you've got half a ton of lead in your back you decide to stop? When Pat finally reached her, any thought that he could save her vanished. He could count six holes in her shirt, a death sentence given that they were in the middle of a woods and miles from any hospital. Still, Pat thought of a few ways he could at least try and help her out. First he tried to move her from her current "hands and knees" position to more of an upright sitting position. He doubted moving her would do any more damage and he figured she probably didn't want to spend he last moments staring straight at the former contents of her stomach. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pill bottle, putting two of the pills into his hand before raising his hand to the lady's eye level. He wasn't exactly sure what pills these were, but considering his usual prescription they would probably do something between making her feel very sleepy and knocking her out.
"Here. Eat these, they'll help."
For the first time since the characters grouped up my power will actually be activated. I'm not completely useless anymore! Just mostly useless.
When Pat heard, his mind immediately went to thoughts of police arriving and freeing them all from this van. The thought of his time being kidnapped finally ending felt a bit surreal, he had actually grown to like his captors a little bit. Pat even considered shortening his victory jig while Stretch and Co were carted off to prison. Then the van was hit for the first time and Pat realized things weren't going to be that simple. Pat managed to hit his head on the side of the van when it was hit the second time. After that, all Pat remembers is waking up with the van on its side and everyone running out the back.
As Pat struggled to his feet, he tried to remember what that one captor had said they should do in this situation. The hit on his head had left him with a lovely bump and a pounding headache. It was no migraine, but it still dulled his mind enough that concentration was difficult. Let's see here the man said to... run for the thicket and not to do anything heroic. For some reason I don't think the latter will prove much of a problem. Pat wasn't sure why everyone was leaving the relative safety of the van to run towards a thicket because their captors instructed them to. But it was better to be an idiot with the group than to be alone in a battlefield, so Pat reluctantly ran after them.
As Pat struggled to his feet, he tried to remember what that one captor had said they should do in this situation. The hit on his head had left him with a lovely bump and a pounding headache. It was no migraine, but it still dulled his mind enough that concentration was difficult. Let's see here the man said to... run for the thicket and not to do anything heroic. For some reason I don't think the latter will prove much of a problem. Pat wasn't sure why everyone was leaving the relative safety of the van to run towards a thicket because their captors instructed them to. But it was better to be an idiot with the group than to be alone in a battlefield, so Pat reluctantly ran after them.
Well this escalated quickly. I should have a post up sometime tomorrow.
The possibility of a post! *fireworks* *confetti*
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