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RE: The Face of Mercy [Closed, OOC comments welcome] - Oscare - 09-18-2014
Oscare studied his position. A cliff behind him, and a bunch of lifeless zombies in front of him? His pistol was still cooling off, too hot to be of effective use. Desperate times called for desperate measures! Holstering his firearm, Oscare retrieved a snall black device from his belt with a WICKED smile on his face, violet eyes beaming at the coming crowd.
"It's time for a meat shower." He says meekly, throwing the grenade at his undead allies. A loud pop, and then a fireworks of red and orange ravages the land. Oscare adjusts his shades to defend against the new burst of light.
RE: The Face of Mercy [Closed, OOC comments welcome] - Berrod Armstrong - 09-18-2014
A faint aetherial shimmer wobbled before the approaching group -- then the explosions sounded. Concussive and flashing, the only thing that saved them from being ripped to bloody and burnt ribbons was what appeared to be magical galvanizing.Â
However, it did not stop enough.
Still whole, the individuals in the group were pelted backward and scattered, rolling roughly on the windswept grass. Some of them smoked -- and some of them were actually on fire. All the mitigation had done was make their demise less -messy-. Once again, Oscare's colleagues laid dead upon the floor.
Or perhaps not.
Truly, they were dead, but they no longer held the appearance of those familiar forms. A roegadyn in fisher's clothing here, a marauder in adventurer's wares there. Even two corpses that looked like...housemaids. Even the corpse that had been Camy's was Camy no longer -- instead a young woman as plain as can be, riddled with bloody holes from being shot at.
Civillians. Oscare had just gunned down and bombarded glamoured, innocent civillians.
RE: The Face of Mercy [Closed, OOC comments welcome] - Oscare - 09-18-2014
Oscare was completely unfazed by the scene. People he didn't care about, dead in front of him, it was all normal to.the hunter. He disregarded the body, looking for the elezen woman.Â
Nothing bothered him.
RE: The Face of Mercy [Closed, OOC comments welcome] - Berrod Armstrong - 09-18-2014
There was a moment of quiet as the clouds swept across the sky. It was strange; the Elezen woman was nowhere to be seen. There was another shimmer in the air, and the surroundings took on a momentarily hazy quality.
A crack appeared in the sky. Then another, seemingly in the empty space in the air ahead. The cracks grew in size until suddenly there was a loud, shattering din. The scenery fell away in pieces, as if it was made from brittle glass. Oddly enough, nothing changed beyond it. The view was the same...
Except for the pair of Yellowjackets a few yalms away.Â
They looked on with expressions of horror which declared that they had just seen a terrible thing. One looked young, fresh onto the boat -- a dark haired Midlander Hyur, couldn't be more than a couple months above age. The other was young as well, but seemed a few years older. A pale Sea Wolf who was already muttering into a linkpearl.Â
The younger of the two had his axe brandished, but everything about his stance was uncertain. He looked quite prepared to run and let the bigger fish handle things. The older managed to gain some semblance of composure before he addressed Oscare. "Stay where you are!"
The lovely Elezen was still nowhere to be seen.
RE: The Face of Mercy [Closed, OOC comments welcome] - Oscare - 09-18-2014
Oscare simply looks at the Yellowjacket crowd. Not today.
Oscare pop open a smoke bomb to cloud his escape, activating his wristlet to take a teleport away. Technology helped the man every second. Several pairs of civilians were shot dead today, and none of it even budged the man's conscience. All that mattered to Oscare were two things; his company...
And her.
RE: The Face of Mercy [Closed, OOC comments welcome] - Berrod Armstrong - 09-18-2014
"Bastard! Wait!" The younger of the Yellowjackets cried with a lunge forward. He was yanked back by his companion, who abruptly smacked him upside the head for his foolishness.
"Don't, ye idyit! Ye wanna end up coolin' off like them?" The elder chided, Â "I called it in, they got a description back at Coral. Cleanup crew's comin'. This is a mess like I ain't ever seen. Who knows what he woulda got up to if that Elezen lass didn't come tip us off?"
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