| From: | Mike Goldberg <michael.goldberg@*******.COM> |
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| Subject: | Another night's work |
| Date: | Thu, 18 Dec 1997 21:03:50 MST |
>>>>>[ A little bit old, but I wanted to reflect a little further on what
was
said and not said about our recent night activities.
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D: Death
W: War
F: Famine
P: Pestilence
D: Okay what happened? My memory is as scattered as usual after such
wonderful events... Did you _have_ to use a magehood?
P: Your walls are weakening. We will have to work on that.
D: Oh joy. What about the magehood?
W: It seemed easier than trying to knock you out.
D: Oh. Who wants to start?
P: I will. Haze caught up to another one of my illusions of War. He
opened fire on it, and hit the barrier you put up and "War" just
laughs. Harley shows up and opens fire. "War" stops laughing and
starts to draw his guns way to slow. Haze has warning bells and
opens fire at Harley. She, meanwhile, registers something is wrong.
She drives right through "War." I turn out the lights on her.
Famine and War open fire on Haze sending him rushing for cover. In
the distance you could hear the rapid approach of helicopters. The
mercs were coming back to play.
D: Go on.
P: You unleashed a wrecker spell on the confused Harley. She goes
flying and skids along the pavement. First wave of mercs arrive.
F: You missed a part. War tried to follow you guys, but Haze got in
the way. Since Haze was not focused on me -- he wanted me for
dessert I guess -- I made my way over to you guys. I got there about
the time the mercs started arriving.
W: Naturally, seeing two hated individuals at once, they just open
hunting season on us. I lost Haze in the confusion and was running a
wide circle around. The mercs trying to seal us off, ran into our
surprise supporters and took heavy loses until they regrouped.
F: I managed to arrive when Harley was picking herself off the
ground. She was about to follow War but a quick burst from me forced
her to change plans. War was right, she does react slower than me.
She made a valiant effort to take me down. She would have even
scored some hits if Pestilence didn't interfere. I estimate that if
Famine hadn't done the magick of hiding me and making an illusion
take my place, she probably would have managed to get a couple of
graze shots on me -- perhaps worse. As it was, she did put a nice
hole in my "former" outer jacket. Harley didn't register until a
split second too late that the illusion was acting just a little too
slow. By that time, the illusion had maneuvered her right where I
wanted her. I tackled her. She made a grab for the wrench she keeps
in her boot, and I just swung around and slammed the back of her head
with the butt of my rifle. Must have hurt something fierce.
Definitely knocked her lights out. I would be surprise if she
remembers much of the combat due to the area I hit her.
W: Meanwhile, I caught up to Haze again. He was holding out pretty
well, so I tossed a whitey at him. He just barely avoided it.
(Probably because someone on the other side was stupid and shouted
"Look out!") Haze looked and got out of the way. So I paid back the
fool by leveling the bastards. Haze took the advantage and came
after me. Found the anti-bullet barrier still up. He said
something, but I didn't hear it because I was busy telling you all
where we were.
P: We beat feet to get there, only to find that the mercs have forced
you two lovebirds to split again. This time War is leading Haze on
a merry chase. We set up the places over comm and Haze gets faked
into following another illusion. War acts as spotter for Famine, and
she almost blew off his head. He reels back into an alleyway, and
War tears into him.
F: The mercs catch up and I barely got away.
W: Seeing her have to move from the mercs, I figured I should do the
same rather than give Haze an opportunity to fight fair.
P: Haze just figuring out what is going on, gets caught in a net.
They send a current through it. Haze manages to get a lucky shot and
severs the wire with the current. As he falls to the ground trying
to recover from the bullet wounds and the shock, I appear and detox
him, causing him to violently throw up. I almost manage to get his
injector off him, but he batted me away. You, Death, tore into him
as he is still throwing up, and transformed your hand into a claw.
You basically, sliced the injector off of him.
D: Damn.... I wonder how I did that....
P: There is no wondering about that, you were already losing
control. The mercs challenge War and Famine which led me to
disappear again. You, standing in the alleyway, lost it. All hell
broke loose. Haze tried to find his injector but you kicked it into
the alleyway. He tried tackling you, and you unleashed some sort of
electrical spell that sent him flying back. War "accidentally"
broke the injector by jumping up and down on it.
W: The sad part was the mercs were too slow to take advantage of my
foolishness.
F: Go figure. Perhaps it wasn't the fact that they were too slow,
but merely they found beating the shit out of the person next to
them, more fascinating than a guy jumping on some cheap plastic?
W: Picky, picky, picky.
F: So Haze, not seeing War making fun of him, comes after me. All of
a sudden, Pestilence starts playing with his so-called mine, having
War's voice taunt him from all angles. Completely disoriented the
bastard. He almost got out of the alleyway before the real War
figured out what was going on and dragged him back into the alleyway.
We proceeded to beat the living daylights out of him while you,
Death, were out screaming at anything and everything. War pulled out
his knives and was about to crucify him when Pestilence finally
reappeared and said it was time to go. He touched Haze who promptly
collapsed unconscious. War, grumbling, picked him up. Pestilence and
I dragged you out of there. When we got to the edge, War and I held
you down while Pestilence put a magehood on you. When Pestilence
determined we had you back, we released you and went "home".
W: On the plus side, based on when you lost control, we only had four
people to pay besides ourselves.
D: <sigh> So who came up with the idea to hang him in a church?
P: I did. After watching that many people die for no good reason,
it was too difficult for me to sit back and watch War give Haze what
he deserved. Besides, I left with some old friends the location of
Haze for Nightmare. They let Nightmare haul him in, and I suspect
Nightmare wasn't kind to him.
D: So why did we take Harley alive?
P: She was the more intelligent of the adversaries that would be
likely to talk. She wasn't a cop-killer or a drug crazed maniac. It
seemed like a good pick for me.
D: I guess that works. Shall we wake her up?
P: Sure. Why not?
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Poor Harley, all alone in enemy camp and not even really sure who the
enemy truly is. I'm glad I'm not in her shoes. ]<<<<<
-- Pestilence <::/--58>
