I am now confused; I thought this meme was for playing things out in the post but from what I'm seeing it's now looking like a plotting post for doing things in-game and in-continuity. WHICH WOULD YOU RATHER DO?
Jack wasn't sure how he and Aaron had ended up surrounded by Aryan Brotherhood gunmen in Phil's Fragile Glass Objects Emporium, but right now it didn't matter. He leaped into the air, throwing himself sideways and firing his dual USP pistols as a hail of bullets pulverized the merchandise around him into flying, sparkling shards.
Overhead, doves fluttered for no discernible reason.
[Oh lord, I couldn't get past that first line without laughing hysterically! Today day just got real epic.]
When Jack leaped out, Aaron stood, coat swishing around as he pulled out his own matching P-99s and took aim. He provided what cover he could for Jack, but it was a wild scene, more reminiscent of a war zone. He moved toward the nearest shooters, ducking between shattering displays with a snarl. Minor cuts from all the flying glass healed instantly as he dropped his empty magazines, and reloaded with ones ready on his belt for just such a fight.
Jack landed hard on his side and rolled behind a shelf of turquoise-coloured vases, his own red-hot cartridges tinkling down around him. He paused for a moment, listening. Aaron was clearly still up, and he could hear footsteps nearby, in front of him. Maybe two aisles down...
He yelled and leapt forward into the shelf, pushing as hard as he could. It immediately began to topple over until it struck the next shelving unit. Like a domino, that one fell as well. A titanic crash accompanied the yells of at least two hostiles as they were suddenly buried in shattered glass and low low prices. But Jack had just pushed over his cover, and he ran for it as another enemy opened up on him with a submachine gun, stitching holes in the wall behind him.
If there's any time Jack might need a little vampire help, that was it. When the submachine gun opened up, Aaron launched himself straight for it as Jack bolted for new cover. He practically flew with the way he pulled on his inhuman strength as he popped round after round toward the hostile target.
The weapon turned on him as he practically landed on top of the gunman, Aaron's blood splattering a mirror behind him. He tore the gun out of the man's hands and struck him down with the butt of his own gun. Perhaps better than he deserved, but it had been a viscous stroke and he would be lucky to remember his own name when he woke up.
That took care of that. Jack saw the blood spatter as he crouched behind a counter to reload. "Aaron, you okay?" He didn't wait for an answer before he popped up and shot a hole straight through the swastika tattoo on a hostile's forehead.
"I'm fine. What about you?" Came his usual calm reply, though loud enough so it could be heard over the gunfire. He ducked away from the ruined mirror as it shattered, another person opening fire on him. He found a wooden shelving unit. It was flimsy, but it was better than staying in the open.
His shirt and coat were ruined, which added only a little bit to the frustration of the whole situation. He turned the corner, taking a pot-shot at the one shooting holes in his barrier and heard a howl as he at least made a hit.
"I'm good!" Jack shouted. "We've got more coming in the rear entrance!" They were in danger of becoming surrounded. And of course the shouting had given away Jack's position, so he had to crawl away from the counter as machine-gun fire chewed its surface to bits. Debris and glass landed on Jack's jacket and skin as the wood was smashed to dust.
"I'll get it!" Aaron was in need of a new hiding spot anyway. His own was quickly disintegrating around him. He scooted low as he moved toward the back entrance, and heard shouting from the doorway. It was a nice bottleneck he could take advantage of, when someone noticed his approach and opened fire, chasing him behind a table as he turned it on its side.
One of them yelled something rather rude about Aaron's heritage and he tensed, before popping up over the side of the table and firing at the doorway. He aimed to kill and took two of them out, their compatriots leaving them in the entrance as they retreated to fire blindly from the doorway. Above him lights shattered, the back part of the shop now only illuminated by the few remaining lights near the entrance. He ducked back behind his table, and took off his glasses. He had an advantage now, with the dim lighting in this part of the store. Hopefully it would be to Jack's advantage as well.
Still outnumbered, Jack retreated into the shadows Aaron had just created. He didn't have natural night vision, but neither did the enemy, and he needed the added concealment. Crouched behind a dresser stocked with decorative glass plates, he silently holstered one of his pistols and quickly screwed a silencer on to the other one before standing up and moving forward, gun at the ready. Time to see what he could accomplish through stealth.
Moving into the store's mirror section, he saw a target around a corner, reflected in the polished glass. The hostile was standing in the still-lit front of the shop, silhouetted by the backlighting, and it was all too easy for Jack to pop out, drop him, and then retreat back amongst the mirrors.
Aaron however, had his own night vision as he crept toward the back door while Jack moved around toward the mirrors. The occasional flash of gunfire only made spotting his targets easier as he ducked between displays.
There was the dull thud of something heavy and metal rolling into the store from the back door. In the dim light, Aaron spotted the object and running on instinct, he grabbed it, and hefted it back where it'd come from.
Jack wasn't watching Aaron, and so had little way of knowing for sure where the grenade was headed. Instead, he dropped flat to the floor, covered his ears, and opened his mouth, painfully aware that he was surrounded by potential razor shards of glass in the event of an explosion. Sure enough, when the detonation came the mirrors around him cracked or flew apart all together, and shining slivers cascaded down around Jack.
There was only so much Aaron could do to protect his already heightened senses when the concussive blast came. It left his ears ringing loudly and painfully, but at least the source of the grenade had been dealt with when he'd sent it back at them. He was covered in a layer of silvery glass that he shook off as he kept low and went in search of his fellow officer.
"Jack!" He could barely hear himself as he looked for him in the dark store. They needed to regroup and make a plan if they wanted to take these bastards down without risking civilian casualties. The fight was escalating too quickly.
Jack didn't answer, but moved slowly and cautiously towards Aaron's voice. Someone else did too- Jack spotted a man in a black jacket moving in the same direction, shotgun in hand, back turned. He shot him twice from behind, and the hostile dropped silently. A few seconds later he spotted Aaron, and silently moved to drop down beside him.
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I am now confused; I thought this meme was for playing things out in the post but from what I'm seeing it's now looking like a plotting post for doing things in-game and in-continuity. WHICH WOULD YOU RATHER DO?
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Jack wasn't sure how he and Aaron had ended up surrounded by Aryan Brotherhood gunmen in Phil's Fragile Glass Objects Emporium, but right now it didn't matter. He leaped into the air, throwing himself sideways and firing his dual USP pistols as a hail of bullets pulverized the merchandise around him into flying, sparkling shards.
Overhead, doves fluttered for no discernible reason.
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When Jack leaped out, Aaron stood, coat swishing around as he pulled out his own matching P-99s and took aim. He provided what cover he could for Jack, but it was a wild scene, more reminiscent of a war zone. He moved toward the nearest shooters, ducking between shattering displays with a snarl. Minor cuts from all the flying glass healed instantly as he dropped his empty magazines, and reloaded with ones ready on his belt for just such a fight.
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He yelled and leapt forward into the shelf, pushing as hard as he could. It immediately began to topple over until it struck the next shelving unit. Like a domino, that one fell as well. A titanic crash accompanied the yells of at least two hostiles as they were suddenly buried in shattered glass and low low prices. But Jack had just pushed over his cover, and he ran for it as another enemy opened up on him with a submachine gun, stitching holes in the wall behind him.
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The weapon turned on him as he practically landed on top of the gunman, Aaron's blood splattering a mirror behind him. He tore the gun out of the man's hands and struck him down with the butt of his own gun. Perhaps better than he deserved, but it had been a viscous stroke and he would be lucky to remember his own name when he woke up.
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His shirt and coat were ruined, which added only a little bit to the frustration of the whole situation. He turned the corner, taking a pot-shot at the one shooting holes in his barrier and heard a howl as he at least made a hit.
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One of them yelled something rather rude about Aaron's heritage and he tensed, before popping up over the side of the table and firing at the doorway. He aimed to kill and took two of them out, their compatriots leaving them in the entrance as they retreated to fire blindly from the doorway. Above him lights shattered, the back part of the shop now only illuminated by the few remaining lights near the entrance. He ducked back behind his table, and took off his glasses. He had an advantage now, with the dim lighting in this part of the store. Hopefully it would be to Jack's advantage as well.
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Moving into the store's mirror section, he saw a target around a corner, reflected in the polished glass. The hostile was standing in the still-lit front of the shop, silhouetted by the backlighting, and it was all too easy for Jack to pop out, drop him, and then retreat back amongst the mirrors.
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There was the dull thud of something heavy and metal rolling into the store from the back door. In the dim light, Aaron spotted the object and running on instinct, he grabbed it, and hefted it back where it'd come from.
"GRENADE!"
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Jack wasn't watching Aaron, and so had little way of knowing for sure where the grenade was headed. Instead, he dropped flat to the floor, covered his ears, and opened his mouth, painfully aware that he was surrounded by potential razor shards of glass in the event of an explosion. Sure enough, when the detonation came the mirrors around him cracked or flew apart all together, and shining slivers cascaded down around Jack.
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"Jack!" He could barely hear himself as he looked for him in the dark store. They needed to regroup and make a plan if they wanted to take these bastards down without risking civilian casualties. The fight was escalating too quickly.
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"You okay?" He asked quietly.
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