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Ah, a six shot then. And it can fire two bullets at once? Interesting...
Shit. He was running. Not good.
She was on her feet and after him less than a heartbeat later, jumping over the guardrail and skipping half the steps on her way into the subway. God this guy was fast. He was almost out of sight around the nearest corner by the time she got going again, and when she rounded the next corner all she caught was the tail of his coat as he swerved around the next one.
When she made it to the subway platform two flights of stairs and only a few seconds later, the place looked deserted. No sign of her quarry except for the scent he left behind. She couldn't hear any trains either, or footsteps pounding down the tunnel, so he was still on the platform somewhere. Probably behind one of those shiny pillars. Or inside a trash can. Or crouching behind the drop to the actual tracks from the platform she was standing on. She decided to check that first. She walked over to the edge cautiously, then leaned slightly over and looked both ways.
"Marco..."
She was on her feet and after him less than a heartbeat later, jumping over the guardrail and skipping half the steps on her way into the subway. God this guy was fast. He was almost out of sight around the nearest corner by the time she got going again, and when she rounded the next corner all she caught was the tail of his coat as he swerved around the next one.
When she made it to the subway platform two flights of stairs and only a few seconds later, the place looked deserted. No sign of her quarry except for the scent he left behind. She couldn't hear any trains either, or footsteps pounding down the tunnel, so he was still on the platform somewhere. Probably behind one of those shiny pillars. Or inside a trash can. Or crouching behind the drop to the actual tracks from the platform she was standing on. She decided to check that first. She walked over to the edge cautiously, then leaned slightly over and looked both ways.
"Marco..."
Is he seriously crying because his bike got scratched a little? Dude has some serious attachment issues... Then again, he is a robot. Maybe it's his girlfriend of something. Because that wouldn't be creepy at all.
She shifted her aim, still flat on her back, and fired straight through the concrete he was hiding behind, aiming to hit where she figured his center mass would be. The depleted uranium bullets she was using would burn through the concrete with enough power left over to punch a hole in a tank (a very small hole, but still a hole), and she knew from experience that they hurt like hell if they hit their target. Then again, he was a robot. Maybe he didn't feel things like she did.
She shifted her aim, still flat on her back, and fired straight through the concrete he was hiding behind, aiming to hit where she figured his center mass would be. The depleted uranium bullets she was using would burn through the concrete with enough power left over to punch a hole in a tank (a very small hole, but still a hole), and she knew from experience that they hurt like hell if they hit their target. Then again, he was a robot. Maybe he didn't feel things like she did.
It does make sense. Essentially, he's got an invisible quiver in his mind that holds six arrows and replenishes each arrow two posts after it's fired.
For the teleportation, a cool down would work great. :)
For the teleportation, a cool down would work great. :)
And just as a disclaimer, my characters tend to have really sarcastic and sometimes derogatory inner monologues. Don't take any of it personally, as it's completely an IC opinion and has no bearing on my actual opinion of your posts.
I actually liked the pirouette bit. Lol.
I actually liked the pirouette bit. Lol.
What the hell? Was this guy some kind of a dancer in a past life? Who even does a pirouette in combat, let alone to avoid a bullet. Couldn't he just tilt his head to the side like anyone else would have done?
While her mind gawked at robocop's display of dancing prowess, her body and instincts set about doing exactly what they'd been trained to do. Even before the pistol found its target, she was halfway over the cycle she'd been leaning against, and by the time he fired the bullets were whizzing harmlessly through the air above her. Some part of her mind registered that they were .45's, and another not so distant part added that up and told her he only had two shots left, at most. That was good at least. She still had 29 rounds loaded and rarin' to go, though she hated using them as anything more than a way to get things started. She always preferred up close and personal. Always.
Once on the other side of the bike, she didn't stop moving, instead dropping flat on her back and kicking away from it, keeping the pistol raised as she slid across the street and opening fire again as soon as she could see his head over the top of the bike. Once, twice, three times she fired, each time adjusting her aim to compensate for any movement on his part.
While her mind gawked at robocop's display of dancing prowess, her body and instincts set about doing exactly what they'd been trained to do. Even before the pistol found its target, she was halfway over the cycle she'd been leaning against, and by the time he fired the bullets were whizzing harmlessly through the air above her. Some part of her mind registered that they were .45's, and another not so distant part added that up and told her he only had two shots left, at most. That was good at least. She still had 29 rounds loaded and rarin' to go, though she hated using them as anything more than a way to get things started. She always preferred up close and personal. Always.
Once on the other side of the bike, she didn't stop moving, instead dropping flat on her back and kicking away from it, keeping the pistol raised as she slid across the street and opening fire again as soon as she could see his head over the top of the bike. Once, twice, three times she fired, each time adjusting her aim to compensate for any movement on his part.
And in regards to the teleportation, that is odd. Every time I've had a character with teleportation the GM has required either a cool-down or a charge up post.
The way I read it, he can summon six arrows into his quiver, then can't summon any more for the next two posts if he uses those up.
And we're off. :)
"That's very Frankenstein of you." The voice came from a young looking girl, probably no older than seventeen, who stood leaning casually against robocop's cycle. "Sweet ride. Where can I get one?" She had a look of innocence about her, though only if one didn't take into account the sword slung across her back or the pistols holstered at her hips. She was clearly here for something more than just idle conversation.
She wore a leather jacket over a corset-like top, with leather pants, calf-high lace-up boots, and a belt composed of shiny metal rings to complete the outfit. In addition to the holsters for her pistols and the sheath for her sword, that is. To look at her, one wouldn't think she would be capable of standing up to the terminator himself, but looks could be deceiving.
She looked the cyborg up and down, then tilted her head to the side, as if trying to decipher something. "You should know, I was payed to kill you by the man you just murdered, and since I already took his money I don't really have much choice." She gave him an apologetic smile. "Sorry buddy, but a contract's a contract." Then her right hand closed around the grip of her pistol, and she drew and fired, sending the bullet streakig toward the center of his forehead. To her, the motion was little more than casually efficient, a long-practiced maneuver that was done almost without thinking, ingrained into her muscles after years upon years of training. To a casual observer, they wouldn't even be able to see her arm move until it was already in position and the trigger had been pulled.
She wore a leather jacket over a corset-like top, with leather pants, calf-high lace-up boots, and a belt composed of shiny metal rings to complete the outfit. In addition to the holsters for her pistols and the sheath for her sword, that is. To look at her, one wouldn't think she would be capable of standing up to the terminator himself, but looks could be deceiving.
She looked the cyborg up and down, then tilted her head to the side, as if trying to decipher something. "You should know, I was payed to kill you by the man you just murdered, and since I already took his money I don't really have much choice." She gave him an apologetic smile. "Sorry buddy, but a contract's a contract." Then her right hand closed around the grip of her pistol, and she drew and fired, sending the bullet streakig toward the center of his forehead. To her, the motion was little more than casually efficient, a long-practiced maneuver that was done almost without thinking, ingrained into her muscles after years upon years of training. To a casual observer, they wouldn't even be able to see her arm move until it was already in position and the trigger had been pulled.
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