IC: Vein of Truth, An adventure into the wilds Options

[JaronK]

Paris thinks for a moment about asking Thor to change the color of the van, then thinks better of it, shifts position, and tries to get back to sleep without thinking about peeing.

[Shadow]

Raven lets the engine of the bike die. She puts on her best scarred look and opens her mouth wide.

"Uhm, don't shoot?" She says with a fake panick.

[tisoz]

Skeeter sees the animal burst from the underbrush. He unwraps one of his strawberry flavored ration bars and throws it into the animal's gaping maw and waits to see if it wants more.

[Misfit Toy]

Spotting the two Deliverance rejects in the brush, Belfast immediately shifts his vision to the astral to make sure they're the only ones in the area while slowly putting his hands in the air. A telepathic message to Red Tom is sent out a moment later, telling him to dematerialize and make his way to them pronto.

"Whoa there, mates, it's cool... it's cool..." he begins in a slow, deliberate, but soothing voice totally devoid of his heavy accent. "We were just looking for a place to test out this new bike I bought my fiance here for her birthday. Heard this place had some interesting terrain so we thought we'd check it out. Didn't know it belonged to anyone or anything, man..."

While waiting for their response, his Oakley-hidden eyes scan the terrain looking for any other hostiles as well as a good place for Red Tom to materialize in order to distract them long enough for Bel and Raven to get a jump on them if necessary.

[TinkerGnome]

Belfast's assessment of the two as bumpkins doesn't appear to be quite accurate. The rifle barrels never waver. "You just hold on there. No need in gettin' in a hurry. You've got the look of city folk about you... and this is a long way from the city. This land belongs to no one except for the earth itself."

Belfast can't see much of anything on the astral with all of the foilage about. A soft crackle does inidcate that there is a radio active somewhere, though.

Back at the camp with the growling bear, the beast roars loudly as Skeeter throws something at it and it charges forward at him. Red Tom looks like he's about to help out but instead yelps, "I'm afraid ye laddies are on yer own!" as he vanishes with a soft pop.

[Misfit Toy]

"Yeah," Bel continues, "we know... my girl, she's an elf yanno, and she's trying to get back to her roots... so I thought it would make for a good get away here to enjoy some nature and fresh air. We've got a camp back down by the river... you're welcome to drop by for dinner tonight if you like... can you just please put those guns down a bit?"

[tisoz]

The strawberry flavored ration bar hits the beast in the mouth. Skeeter sees his favorite flavored food fall on the dirty ground wet with the beast's saliva. I am not going to eat that now. Maybe I can use it as bait.

The weapon appears in Skeeter's hand almost magically. He draws a breath and steps into the throw, sending the dikoted tomohawk spinning towards the charging animal. No sooner has it left his hand than he is grabbing for another weapon and preparing to get out of the animals path.

[Chance359]

Seeing Skeeters new pet charging head long at him, Sedryk drops the entrenching tool and quick draws the suppressed USP at his hip. As soon as the his smartlink give him a green light, he pulls the trigger once, aiming center mass.

[TinkerGnome]

Raven sends a stitching burst of autofire at one of two sentries and tumbles into the trees looking for cover. Her autofire rakes the leaves of the man's hiding place, though he seems to have been ready for it and rolls with the shots. He manages to avoid one round, but the other catches him and he curses loudly.

More than a little surprised at Raven's sudden attack, himself, Belfast finds that the uninjured guard is ever so slightly faster than himself.

BLAM!

Time slows down for the mage as he sees the muzzle pointed in his direction flash and, just for a brief instant, he thinks he can see the bullet rushing out of the muzzle, straight toward him.

[Misfit Toy]

"Jaysus fookin' Christ!" Belfast shouts as the lead starts flying. Instinctually, he kicks his leg up and over the back of the bike in the hopes of using it for cover, but not before Redneck #2 gets a shot off at him.

Unfortunately for him, however, Bel let loose a telekinetic bitchslap of epic proportions at the area directly behind the barrel of the gun that just shot him.

[TinkerGnome]

With the speed and skill of a cobra, Belfast dives out of the way, flinging a bolt of telekentic force at the shooter at the same time. The shooter, lacking an intimate understanding of magic, doesn't even attempt to dodge and catches it full in the face. He slides back on the earth and curses,though he doesn't appear to be out for the count just yet.

Meanwhile, the other guard takes aim and fires two quick shots at the retreating form of Raven.

[Shadow]

Raven hit's a log with her shoulder and rolls over it. She uses the momentum of the roll to propel her behind a solid looking tree a few meters away from the bike.

“Oh, it’s on now,” she whispers under her breath.

She turns to her left, bringing up the Five-seveN in her right hand. The selector in her eyes flashed briefly as she sends the mental impulse switching it from Burst Fire, to Full Auto.

Raven take aim at the closest assailant, and depresses the trigger all the way. The pistol roars as the action rocks back six times in quick succession.

[Misfit Toy]

Now sitting behind the cover the bike, a strange serenity finds its way onto Bel's face as he quickly pulls out his own Five-seveN and charges the weapon in preperation for his next action. "You just had to shoot at 'em, didn't ya lass," he half-mutters, half-yells in Raven's general direction. "Couldn't sit tight for a minute or two until I got them to back down a bit, ohhh nooooo, you fookin' elves just have to go and act all macho..."

Seeing his opportunity arise between the crossfire, he tilts around behind the rear tire and empties a 6-round burst at the Redneck who's still firing at Raven before ducking back around.

[TinkerGnome]

Raven twists and leans out, holding down the trigger on the Five-seveN and letting the gun rock. The slot who had been tracking her with his rifle looked shocked for an instant as half of his skull exploded in a crimson spray as the bullets literally cut a line through his head.

He slumped back, quite obviously dead.

Belfast let loose a short burst of lead of his own, and it seems to have done the job of keeping the other guy's head down as no answering shot sounds.

[Shadow]

Raven ducks back behind the tree. The link in her eye telling her she only had seven round left.

"Right, because your magic had it all under control, you stupid fraggin breeder, just shut the hell up and take out the last one. Give a boy a pretty face and you take away his fraggin brain," the last part is shouted as the smartlink ejects the nearly empty magazine from the gun.

She grabs one off her belt and slams it home. The display shifts to 21. One in the pipe, and 20 in the mag.

[Misfit Toy]

"Things were going just fine until you got your knickers in a twist, Keeb," Bel venomously replies while peeking through the bike's engine to see if he can spot the last Redneck.

Delaying his next action, the mick calls out, "You feel like talking now, man, or do ya wanna keep this ugly?" He then proceeds to sit tight while waiting for a response before letting lose some more mojo.

[Panzergeist]

Swift Eagle calls Sedryk on his cell phone. "Hey, this is Swift Eagle, we are on the island. What are the coordinates of your camp site?"

[TinkerGnome]

Sedryk is the fastest as he slams a shot into the bear, but it doesn't even seem to notice.

With deceptive ease, Skeeter snatches a razor sharp tomohawk from his belt and lets it fly. The blade arcs with almost languid slowness as it rushes straight into the rushing bear's path. The tomohawk slides across its massive shoulder, raising a thin trail of blood, but it bounces off instead of does more damage.

The bear roars louder as it rears up in front of Skeeter, a massive set of claws unsheathing as it swings at him almost lazily.

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Meanwhile, deeper in the forest, Raven and Belfast peer into trees, trying to figure out what is going on. Belfast realizes two things in a hurry. The first is that there is a sound coming from the other side of the low ridge where the two gunmen had set up guard (it sounds like someone is moving around), and the other is that a rather large forest spirit has just moved into the area on the astral.

About that time, Red Tom appears with a *pop* near to Belfast's elbow.

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In the van, time passes.

[Misfit Toy]

As Red Tom shifts out of fast movement on the material, Belfast greets him with a "Time to get on the clock, boyo." Both Red Tom as well as the two faerie spirits Bel brought along with him follow their master's gaze up towards the incoming forest spirit.

In a louder voice so that Raven can hear, he calls outs, "The bastard that shot me is still moving back there," he points in the general direction of the noise with his thumb. "And there's a spirit incoming... dunno if its hostile yet or not. We'll take care of that, you handle the Redneck, Rave."

With that, he mentally calls out to Sejal and pulls her into his aura...

This post has been edited by Misfit Toy: Jun 15 2004, 11:25 PM

[TinkerGnome]

Red Tom blinks, "Incomin' tis an understatement, it's right there!" The spirit, still astral appears to have spotted Red Tom. It definitely doesn't look friendly.

[Shadow]

A thin smile splits Raven's face.

"You hear that, Bel?," she sub vocalizes, hoping the mage remembered to turn on his radio. "Sounds like reinforcements coming, we need to buzz turbo."

In an eye blink the lowlight world is overlaid with the red hues of thermal vision. Grasping her pistol in both hands, Raven dodges out of cover for a brief instant as she moves for another tree. At no time does the pistol waver from where her target could be.

[TinkerGnome]

As good a target as Raven presents, no shots answer from the brush. The wind is picking up, making it almost impossible to know where he is by sound.

[TinkerGnome]

Raven creeps closer to the ridge, expecting for the second shooter to pop out at any second. Before long, she is right on the edge of the ridge and has to scramble up the meter or so of slope.

The height of the ridge appears to be much greater from the other side. A single electric bike is still sitting in a small level patch in the hollow below, and a fresh set of tire tracks leads away accompanied by a limping pair of footprints. The shooter is nowhere in sight, though his companion's body is slowly assuming ambient temperature.

[Beast of Revolut...]

Thor switches the van to a forest camoflague as he heads it towards the campsite.

[Shadow]

"Dammit," she swears.

"Bel, he bolted. If he reports to whoever, the jig is up." Raven turns and sprints down the ledge toward her bike. Leaping over fallen logs and dodging low limbs. She slides down on one knee next to the Opel.

“Going after the other one,” Raven spits out, in case Bel forgot his radio. She holsters her weapon and hops on the bike. The engine roars to life and she floors it.

“Meet you at the mine,” she shouts over her shoulder.