09-06-2014, 01:02 PM
STORY
Walking down the dust road, the controller was jabbering away in quick Spanish. Both Zed and Slade hung back, not wanting to give away the fact that they had very few notions of the language. Him, humoured the happy man, clicking and whistling. “Ballet ! Ballet !” he cried, flailing Mr Jinx around.
“Oi !” shouted Slade. “Careful there, mate.”
Him turned towards Slade, his eyes imploring.
“I think he wants you to let him dance with the cat,” said Zed. Him nodded and pointed at the controller. “And I think the controller... is the dance teacher?”
Him cheered and threw Mr Jinx into the air. The cat landed gracefully on Him’s head.
“How does that even remotely count as conversation?” Zed whispered to Slade.
“Search me... but it seems to be to the liking of the controller,” replied his fellow traveller.
“Perhaps he just assumes Him is a bit addled, and is humouring him.”
“I wouldn’t have him any other way, to be honest.”
Zed gave Slade a quizzical smile. “You suddenly seem rather friendly towards us. What happened to the cool and distant Slade that we’ve had up to now?”
“Well, people change,” replied Slade with a grin.
The two men fell into silence, Zed not completely sure he grasped Slade’s sudden change of disposition.
He was unable to ponder any more about it, as two figures landed in front of them. The glare of the falling sun blinded Zed and Slade for a brief moment as they looked towards the newcomers. Slade looked around for Him, knowing something was not quite right. The clicking companion had disappeared, as had the controller. A sad guffaw brought his attention back to the two men. Only now there were four.
***
A dark shack, Mexico, September 1897
“And therefore, both the lack of warning signs and your refusal to give us our statutory break every two hours of captivity is why you will get absolutely wrecked in court.”
“You amuse me,” said the man wielding the syringue. “I think I will let you live for now.” He turned towards Adessi, whose eyes now flew open.
“I don’t think you want to do that, mate.”
“And why not?”
“Well... someone of your intelligence and cunning could not possibly live with killing someone wearing something as banal as fingerless gloves.”
“I don’t see...”
“Don’t you? Do you not? Killing someone wearing fingerless gloves is like imposing your choice of whine on a restaurant oenologist. You just don’t do it.”
The man seemed to ponder for a short while before saying “that does not make sense, but just to be sure...” He pulled off Adessi’s left gloves. And stopped. The bound traveller had smirked as the first glove came off and his left eye had turned scarlet.
“What devilry is this?” shrieked the captor. “Oh you thought you had me, didn’t you. Tricked me, you think you did. But I will not remove your other glove, and you will remain calm until I prick you with my here syringe.
“Oh it’s too late for that,” growled Adessi. He addressed himself to his companions, “I have about ten seconds of lucidity left. I’ll free you. You must then run. Run as goddamn fast and far as you can.”
Kyle and Reed started to protest, but Adessi had let out a curdling scream. He ripped his left arm out of their bonds and burst from the rest of his shackles. Scarlet had started to seep into his right eye. Running towards his companions, he knocked their captor to the ground. In two swipes, both Reed and Kyle had slumped to the floor, free of their bindings.
“NOW RUN,” growled Adessi, as the scarlet took over the rest of his eyes.
***
Mexico City, Mexico, September 1897
“Him want Andes! No Venezuela,” cried Him, with a depressed whistle. He had a knife to his throat. It was a trap. The controller had lured them into this dust road, his cronies laying in wait.
“Hand over your objects of value!” said the controller. “Or we kill your friend here.”
Slade drew his pistols, Zed his cudgel. “You kill Him, we kill you, and no-one’s happy.”
“Have it your way...” replied the controller.
***
200 meters away from a dark shack, Mexico, September 1897
Reed was out of breath. He did not know why, but he had never believed something so strongly in his life. He would not have been around much longer had he remained in the shack. Kyle caught up with him, spluttering with the effort.
Without the sound of the wind whistling in his ears as he ran, Reed could now hear the commotion they had left behind. Roars, a scream, the sound of smashing upon metal. Ripping, tearing... or perhaps it was slicing and shredding. A wall of the shack was blown out of its foundations, throwing up a storm of dirt and sand.
As the dust settled, the two companions saw a form emerging from the now-derelict shack. It walked slowly, trailing a corpse behind it. Its red eyes looked up and spotted them. With an otherworldly shriek, the form hurtled towards them.
The pair continued to run. Their lungs and muscles screaming in protest at the undue sprint. Reed dared to look behind him. “Wait,” he called, as he grabbed a hold of Kyle. “Look.”
The form was now at only twenty meters, slowing down, the snarling dying away. As it kept trying to lope towards them, it stumbled. The scarlet seeped out of the eyes as Adessi fell to the ground.
The pair ran towards him, wary of this sudden return to normality.
“Gloves,” said the man on the floor.
“Yes, your gloves, Kyle picked them up from the floor as we were running out.”
“On me. Now. Before I regain...”
Reed slipped both gloves onto his companion, who sighed with relief.
“That’s better...”
“Care to explain to us what the hell just happened in there?” asked Reed.
“Better if you do not ask. I am just glad you survived.”
Reed opened his mouth to protest, but was silenced like before. “You are alive, we are all alive. That is all that matters. Now let us determine what our next step is... I am starting to get sick of this place.”
“You still have a lot of questions to answer...” replied Reed.
TLDR
SCIENCE
DECISIONS
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SpoilerEpisode XII
Mexico City, Mexico, September 1897Walking down the dust road, the controller was jabbering away in quick Spanish. Both Zed and Slade hung back, not wanting to give away the fact that they had very few notions of the language. Him, humoured the happy man, clicking and whistling. “Ballet ! Ballet !” he cried, flailing Mr Jinx around.
“Oi !” shouted Slade. “Careful there, mate.”
Him turned towards Slade, his eyes imploring.
“I think he wants you to let him dance with the cat,” said Zed. Him nodded and pointed at the controller. “And I think the controller... is the dance teacher?”
Him cheered and threw Mr Jinx into the air. The cat landed gracefully on Him’s head.
“How does that even remotely count as conversation?” Zed whispered to Slade.
“Search me... but it seems to be to the liking of the controller,” replied his fellow traveller.
“Perhaps he just assumes Him is a bit addled, and is humouring him.”
“I wouldn’t have him any other way, to be honest.”
Zed gave Slade a quizzical smile. “You suddenly seem rather friendly towards us. What happened to the cool and distant Slade that we’ve had up to now?”
“Well, people change,” replied Slade with a grin.
The two men fell into silence, Zed not completely sure he grasped Slade’s sudden change of disposition.
He was unable to ponder any more about it, as two figures landed in front of them. The glare of the falling sun blinded Zed and Slade for a brief moment as they looked towards the newcomers. Slade looked around for Him, knowing something was not quite right. The clicking companion had disappeared, as had the controller. A sad guffaw brought his attention back to the two men. Only now there were four.
***
A dark shack, Mexico, September 1897
“And therefore, both the lack of warning signs and your refusal to give us our statutory break every two hours of captivity is why you will get absolutely wrecked in court.”
“You amuse me,” said the man wielding the syringue. “I think I will let you live for now.” He turned towards Adessi, whose eyes now flew open.
“I don’t think you want to do that, mate.”
“And why not?”
“Well... someone of your intelligence and cunning could not possibly live with killing someone wearing something as banal as fingerless gloves.”
“I don’t see...”
“Don’t you? Do you not? Killing someone wearing fingerless gloves is like imposing your choice of whine on a restaurant oenologist. You just don’t do it.”
The man seemed to ponder for a short while before saying “that does not make sense, but just to be sure...” He pulled off Adessi’s left gloves. And stopped. The bound traveller had smirked as the first glove came off and his left eye had turned scarlet.
“What devilry is this?” shrieked the captor. “Oh you thought you had me, didn’t you. Tricked me, you think you did. But I will not remove your other glove, and you will remain calm until I prick you with my here syringe.
“Oh it’s too late for that,” growled Adessi. He addressed himself to his companions, “I have about ten seconds of lucidity left. I’ll free you. You must then run. Run as goddamn fast and far as you can.”
Kyle and Reed started to protest, but Adessi had let out a curdling scream. He ripped his left arm out of their bonds and burst from the rest of his shackles. Scarlet had started to seep into his right eye. Running towards his companions, he knocked their captor to the ground. In two swipes, both Reed and Kyle had slumped to the floor, free of their bindings.
“NOW RUN,” growled Adessi, as the scarlet took over the rest of his eyes.
***
Mexico City, Mexico, September 1897
“Him want Andes! No Venezuela,” cried Him, with a depressed whistle. He had a knife to his throat. It was a trap. The controller had lured them into this dust road, his cronies laying in wait.
“Hand over your objects of value!” said the controller. “Or we kill your friend here.”
Slade drew his pistols, Zed his cudgel. “You kill Him, we kill you, and no-one’s happy.”
“Have it your way...” replied the controller.
***
200 meters away from a dark shack, Mexico, September 1897
Reed was out of breath. He did not know why, but he had never believed something so strongly in his life. He would not have been around much longer had he remained in the shack. Kyle caught up with him, spluttering with the effort.
Without the sound of the wind whistling in his ears as he ran, Reed could now hear the commotion they had left behind. Roars, a scream, the sound of smashing upon metal. Ripping, tearing... or perhaps it was slicing and shredding. A wall of the shack was blown out of its foundations, throwing up a storm of dirt and sand.
As the dust settled, the two companions saw a form emerging from the now-derelict shack. It walked slowly, trailing a corpse behind it. Its red eyes looked up and spotted them. With an otherworldly shriek, the form hurtled towards them.
The pair continued to run. Their lungs and muscles screaming in protest at the undue sprint. Reed dared to look behind him. “Wait,” he called, as he grabbed a hold of Kyle. “Look.”
The form was now at only twenty meters, slowing down, the snarling dying away. As it kept trying to lope towards them, it stumbled. The scarlet seeped out of the eyes as Adessi fell to the ground.
The pair ran towards him, wary of this sudden return to normality.
“Gloves,” said the man on the floor.
“Yes, your gloves, Kyle picked them up from the floor as we were running out.”
“On me. Now. Before I regain...”
Reed slipped both gloves onto his companion, who sighed with relief.
“That’s better...”
“Care to explain to us what the hell just happened in there?” asked Reed.
“Better if you do not ask. I am just glad you survived.”
Reed opened his mouth to protest, but was silenced like before. “You are alive, we are all alive. That is all that matters. Now let us determine what our next step is... I am starting to get sick of this place.”
“You still have a lot of questions to answer...” replied Reed.
Him is held at knife-point by the controller and two of his cronies. A batte begins.
Adessi's gloves come off and he snarls at his companions to flee. That they do, and are witness to the carnage he causes.
Adessi calms down and does not wish to discuss what happened.
Adessi's gloves come off and he snarls at his companions to flee. That they do, and are witness to the carnage he causes.
Adessi calms down and does not wish to discuss what happened.
ENEMY
Team Status
The Controller – Controlled by : SERIOUSLY THOUGH
- Strength - 7
- Accuracy - 5
- Endurance - 4
- Agility - 5
- Luck - 6
- Intelligence - 6
- Stealth - 8
Health - (2ST + EN) = 18
Current Armour – Controller uniform (+3EN)
Current Weapons – Slingshot (+1AC) / Sharp knife (+2ST)
Status – RAS
Mexico City Louts (x2) – Controlled by : SERIOUSLY THOUGH
- Strength - 6
- Accuracy - 5
- Endurance - 6
- Agility - 4
- Luck - 4
- Intelligence - 1
- Stealth - 4
Health - (2ST + EN) = 18
Current Armour – Basic clothes (+2EN)
Current Weapons – Slingshot (+1AC) / Cudgel (+2ST)
Status – RAS
- Strength - 7
- Accuracy - 5
- Endurance - 4
- Agility - 5
- Luck - 6
- Intelligence - 6
- Stealth - 8
Health - (2ST + EN) = 18
Current Armour – Controller uniform (+3EN)
Current Weapons – Slingshot (+1AC) / Sharp knife (+2ST)
Status – RAS
Mexico City Louts (x2) – Controlled by : SERIOUSLY THOUGH
- Strength - 6
- Accuracy - 5
- Endurance - 6
- Agility - 4
- Luck - 4
- Intelligence - 1
- Stealth - 4
Health - (2ST + EN) = 18
Current Armour – Basic clothes (+2EN)
Current Weapons – Slingshot (+1AC) / Cudgel (+2ST)
Status – RAS
GROUP TRAIN
SLADE
Health – 21/21
Status - RAS
Current Armour – Full set of work clothes (+5EN)
Current Weapons – Pistol (+2AC), Mr Jinx (+4 ST)
HIM
Health – 27/28
Status - Held Hostage
Current Armour – Shorts (+2EN), dirty sombrero (+1EN)
Current Weapons – Bow and arrow (+2AC), Battering ram (-5AG, +5ST)
ZED
Health – 28/28
Status - RAS
Current Armour – Full set of work clothes (+5EN)
Current Weapons – Cudgel (+2ST), Revolver, RH ring.
General items - Spade, ball of string, map.
GROUP NOT IN TRAIN
ADESSI
Health – 21/21
Status - Very tired (-4 All Stats)
Current Armour – Fingerless gloves (+1EN), Full set of work clothes (+5EN)
Current Weapons – Cudgel (+2ST), Knife (+2ST), Sawn-off shotgun (+3AC)
REED
Health – 26/26
Status - Very tired (-4 All Stats)
Current Armour – Full set of work clothes (+5EN)
Current Weapons – Shotgun (+3AC)
General items - Revolver x2, hand grenades x5, dynamite x2. Leftover leather.
SLADE
Health – 21/21
Status - RAS
Current Armour – Full set of work clothes (+5EN)
Current Weapons – Pistol (+2AC), Mr Jinx (+4 ST)
HIM
Health – 27/28
Status - Held Hostage
Current Armour – Shorts (+2EN), dirty sombrero (+1EN)
Current Weapons – Bow and arrow (+2AC), Battering ram (-5AG, +5ST)
ZED
Health – 28/28
Status - RAS
Current Armour – Full set of work clothes (+5EN)
Current Weapons – Cudgel (+2ST), Revolver, RH ring.
General items - Spade, ball of string, map.
GROUP NOT IN TRAIN
ADESSI
Health – 21/21
Status - Very tired (-4 All Stats)
Current Armour – Fingerless gloves (+1EN), Full set of work clothes (+5EN)
Current Weapons – Cudgel (+2ST), Knife (+2ST), Sawn-off shotgun (+3AC)
REED
Health – 26/26
Status - Very tired (-4 All Stats)
Current Armour – Full set of work clothes (+5EN)
Current Weapons – Shotgun (+3AC)
General items - Revolver x2, hand grenades x5, dynamite x2. Leftover leather.
To everyone, don't forget to have a look at your equipment to see what you hold !! I've made some changes to equipment and statuses.
Slade Wilson -
Reed -
Him -
Zed Williams -
John Adessi -
TEMPORARY PLAYER "KYLE" - Controlled by - DeerBoarDude -
Slade Wilson -
You are now in battle. What do you do? Speak, negotiate, attack?
What do you decide to do?
You are now in battle, though with a knife to your throat. You next move could be fatal. What do you do?
You are now in battle. What do you do? Speak, negotiate, attack?
What do you decide to do?
What do you decide to do?