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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Nov 3, 2009 4:51:51 GMT -5
"I know the grounds here well, but it is too risky running in here. It would be really easy to spot me with all these people around." Ren said still looking at the other suited people watching the clones Eva made. "I'm still thinking of what to do. It would either she is by the courtside audience or about to play blitzball."
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Post by Eva Natsuki on Nov 3, 2009 9:45:30 GMT -5
::Eva watched the suits go after the doubles she made as she frowned slightly::
"I'll know if something happened to them so we would be ready to get the heck out of the area but for now we should be fine."
::She looked around and tried to see if she could find a schedule::
"If anything there should be a schedule around if she's getting ready to play...once we get that information we should at least have an easier time narrowing down where she might be."
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Nov 4, 2009 2:01:51 GMT -5
"At the front gate!" Ren said. "There should be a full and detailed match schedules over there!"
Ren turned to Eva. "Could you make any of our clones go to the front and relay to us the schedule of the Blitzball event? In a way that, of course, wouldn't leave of trail back to us."
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Post by Eva Natsuki on Nov 4, 2009 8:06:48 GMT -5
::Eva shook her head::
"Not exactly...it would be too obvious for starters if we try to even go for the schedule and secondly if they were smart enough to figure out they were clones then that little action could lead them back to us anyway..."
::She frowned::
"I'd rather them not know what our intentions are til the last possible moment if you catch my drift."
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Post by Oliver on Nov 5, 2009 21:20:19 GMT -5
"Eva, t'ey don' k'ow about ye yet. 'an ye jus' go an snag one quick 'ike." Sid mentions, glancing back to the crowd. "We'l 'ait 'ere."
((Where is everyone, grrrrr))
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Post by Eva Natsuki on Nov 6, 2009 20:00:04 GMT -5
(OOC-That is a very good question)
::Eva just nodded and closed her eyes for a moment::
Lead them away from the gate...I have to get a flier....
::She started making her way towards the front gate with her hair color matching the colors of her eyes she made her way towards the gate while she was sure they were leading their followers a different direction::
Alright so far so good...I'll be back shortly....
::Eva disappeared in the crowd as she continued to go towards the gate to grab the flier::
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Nov 7, 2009 0:59:25 GMT -5
(OOC-Wait is this the Eva clone getting the flier or Eva herself?)
"Wait. If ever Siella's playing most of the time in there, how are we supposed to get her out. Most likely, the suited looneys will be approaching and kidnapping her when she's on a break." Ren questioned Sid who was obviously busy with how to escape the stadium without anyone noticing.
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Post by Oliver on Nov 7, 2009 18:29:39 GMT -5
((Eva herself))
"Or snag'in her before t'e lass ges on." Sid offhandedly mentions, keeping an eye on Eva. "He'l we don' even 'now if s'es in 'ere." ((We don't, where the hell is she/he!? Stall stall stall but not much longer.)) He glances back with that one eye. "T'is wi'l be our one c'ance ta get 'er. S'e not 'ere, we flee. T'ings gett'in to hot, can't risk t'is operation furt'er."
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Nov 7, 2009 18:49:58 GMT -5
Ren nods in agreement. He scans carefully through the massive crowd in hope of finding Siela before the agents do.
(OOC- I hear Sinia and Jyo are headed towards here. according to the post in 'Hunter and Hunted')
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Post by Eva Natsuki on Nov 7, 2009 20:22:57 GMT -5
::Eva grabbed a flier and looked at it for a bit before making her way back to where the other two were::
Hmm...seems like a busy schedule right now...I wonder though...
::She kept a look around the corner of her eyes as she slipped through the crowd back to where the other two were waiting::
"Here's the schedule though I hope someone came up with a plan on how we will get her out unless your trying to have me do another clone...."
::She frowned slightly as she kept her hair the same color just in case she had to head out again::
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Nov 7, 2009 23:59:03 GMT -5
Ren took the piece of paper. "Okay, Siela Sivora...," Ren skimmed his finger across the players' names written down.
"Nothing. No Siela or Sivora in here. She's not competing today. Then she must be somewhere in the crowd or worse she couldn't be in here." Ren says, still staring at the schedule. "If we stay here longer, this stadium could end up as a trap set for us."
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Post by patrik on Nov 8, 2009 18:23:02 GMT -5
((OOC: So sorry was really swamped with school, didnt have time to get on!))
::Patrik had followed the three clones, of course not knowing they were clones, to the stadium but opted to go around to another entrance::
Now 'Sid' let's see if you are anything like the person you are impersonating besides species.
::Patrik ran to the very top of the stadium, casting haste as he went and went prone, plopping Dragon down in front of him::
I see you
::'Sid's' head was in his sights when Patrik thought to himself,::
Why not make this a bit more memorable?
::He quickly dug a 50 caliber clip and his modifying gear out of his backpack and set to work on the modifications::
Done, now where did you go?
::While Patrik went to modify his rifle 'Sid' had become blocked by a group of people::
Ugh Come on! Move move
::Patrik made parting movements with his hands in hopes of moving the crowd, finally a drunken man stumbled in and parted the crowd for a second::
Will i have time to make it? best try
::Patrik squeezed the trigger and sent a fifty caliber bullet flying towards the 'Sid' clone's head, crushing it instantly::
That isn't the regular way a head, or any other body part for that matter, explodes. Trickery!
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Post by Oliver on Nov 8, 2009 18:35:11 GMT -5
((OOC: Bout bloody time, was thinking you had died on us here! If you know your going to be gone for a while, just get on and mention such. Its weird and awkward stalling when you don't know if they're coming back or not.))
"Typica' B'oody typica'." Sid exclaims with deep-seated frustration, throwing his arms up to messages the temples of his head. "'ine, we can'ot wait any'onger. Un'ess ye 'now exact'y w'ere she'll be, we gos'ta get'a Esthar."
Emily, the sparrow, plops onto Sid's shoulder and begins to chirp madly. He leans in an ear to listen, nodding. Quickly, he grabs Eva and Ren and smacks them hard against the wall beside them, planting them flat. Emily takes off from his shoulder then as he begins to speak in a quiet whisper. "T'eres someone watch'in us... wit' a rifle." Me motions with just his eye to where he believed this sniper to be, as according to Emily. "S'ay... very sti'l, Emily is watch'in him, wait for my signa' t'en we run."
A shot rings out, screams and chaos erupt. "T'at our cue!" Sid snags Ren by the shoulder and they run, using the mask of the crowd to make their move. They dart through the people, pushing them down when suddenly, Eva and Ren loose sight of Sid.
-Meanwhile- The shot attracted the attention of the suits in the crowd, suddenly their attention turns to that of the gun shot. They scramble to find where it came from, frantically searching for any sight of the assassin in the sky.
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Post by patrik on Nov 8, 2009 19:00:37 GMT -5
((OOC: But also suspenseful and magical when they appear right? ::Hopeful sound in voice: Sh*t ::Patrick swears when he realizes he didn't thread a silencer onto his gun:: Best be moving now!::He slung Dragon on his back and put his backpack on, then cocked and drew one of his revolvers looking for authorities, spying a suit running up the steps towards him:: What is the best tactic here?::Patrik looked around for any other way out besides getting past all the suits:: There!::A banner that was dropped in the stands when Patrick fired the shot was only a few rows down and looked to be made of a light-weight, parachute type material, Patrik groaned, there were about three suits on thier way up and would reach him before he reached the banner and jumped off the edge:: Nothing like a little combat to sharpen the mind i guess::Patrik took a few steps back, ran, and jumped with all his might towards the banner on his way there he passed the suit who simply stared, Patrik saluted him:: Ciao! ::Patrik raised his revolver and fired at the suit's temple killing him instantly:: Not all of them are going to be as easy as that one
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Post by Oliver on Nov 8, 2009 19:17:40 GMT -5
((Suspenseful, maybe )) -With the suits- Though Patrik's bravado netted him a free ticket away from the first of the Suits, it also attracted the attention of the rest of them. Several charge through the crowds, flicking their energy swords on as they sprint after that swinging Burmecian. Another suit, at a sentry hidden in a nearby building opens fire with laser based gun, blue streaks of energy peppering behind the young rat, nearly nicking his tail. When he lands, Patrik is immediately tackled by another furry being. Without words, Sid's hand has Patrik by the scruff of the neck, his strong grip preventing any resistance. Patrik is at the Burmecian's mercy. Sid drags Patrik through the crowd, dodging the fire of the strange energy weapon and with suits nipping at his tail. They come to the edge of the stadium's grounds, water below them just over the edge. Without warning, Sid throws Patrik into the ocean below, the bright blue water swallowing him. He turns in the next moment as laser blasts streak closer to him and suits with swords bear down. He salutes with a smirk and back flips into the water, disappearing below. Hopefully, in the confusion, Ren and Eva were able to get away to somewhere quiet and safe that they can wait till Sid meets back up with them. As for now, Sid and the young sniper were in the water. Patrik feels himself once again snagged from behind and pulled through the water, keeping under the water and out of the sight of the suits above until they come to a spot underneath the city, a utility entrance for maintenance that backs up against the water. Sid pulls Patrik up onto the cold stone step and then himself. Panting and soaked, he looks to the young rat with a snarl. "Ye a b'oody assassin or sumt'in? Te'l me w'o sent ye." He snaps and grabs the boy by the shirt and pulls him close, a fire in his eye. "W'ats ye game, spi'l it or I spi'l ye all over t'is pretty water."
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Post by patrik on Nov 8, 2009 19:46:40 GMT -5
::Patrik smirked, not unduly worried by that threat::
You're not Sid!
::He grinned triumphantly::
He had an accent and it wasn't a pirate one
::Then Patrik remembered the impostor had no trouble thrusting him into the water before::
I was simply curious as to why you told your friend to call you 'Sid', presumably after Huber Sidorenko correct? Oh she is pretty good looking by the way, how old is she? oh sorry
::Patrik said reminding himself to get back on topic, pretty girls distracted him::
So I figured if you went around pretending to be Sid, you had to have some skkill to back it up with and seeing as you aren't dead, it looks like I was right
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Post by Oliver on Nov 8, 2009 20:14:40 GMT -5
((It's actually a weird (and simplified for my sanity) Cockney mixed with Irish accent Not a pirate one)) Apparently, the young boys words didn't sit well with 'Sid' as he grabbed the boys head and slammed it against the cement wall, hard but not enough to really hurt him more then a what would become a nasty bump, dizziness and mild concussion. "Wan'ta say t'at again? 'Ye not Sid'? Do ye?" 'Sid' wasn't playing around, not anymore. "Do I eve'now ye? Ye not an LPA, t'as for b'oody sure, e'se ye 'now w'o I am ins'ead of mak'in t'ese wi'd accusations." After the anger of being called-out passed, Patrik's mention of Eva further infuriated him and he proceeded to push his entire body into the cement with one forceful shove. Jarring him more. "Ya jus' don'now how ta keep ye mout' s'ut do ye? So," 'Sid' puts his hand beside Patrik's head, his claws digging into the cement and slowly dragging down the hard stone with a horrible screech, causing deep gashes to form in the edifice. "Ye s'ould of hit t'e rig't target, lad, cause I don' miss an I'm far messier t'en any .50 cal round." He puts his grinning, toothy face right to Patrik's eyes, menacing with sadistic intent. "W'o are ye... an w'ats ye re'ations'ip ta me, ye gos five secs before I start cutt'in."
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Post by patrik on Nov 8, 2009 21:27:42 GMT -5
((OOC: just wanna go the whole ten yards, if im gonna be annoying wanna be as annoying as possible))
Well excuse me if i can't admire someone I'm just a kid who idolized Sid, heehee that rhymed, oh sorry. I have no relation to you besides being Burmecian so how about...
::Patrik was about to say 'Ye 'o alon' ye merry way' but then remembered the claws next to his head::
So how about you just leave me alone, it was a misunderstanding
::Under his breath::
yeah a misunderstanding of our fake name
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Post by Oliver on Nov 8, 2009 21:49:59 GMT -5
Sid stares the boy down, atop him, with dragging claws just a strand of fur away from his neck. "We'l t'en, lad, is ye 'ucky day cause as far as ye are concerned, I am Sidorenko. P'easure ta meet'a fan." He says snidely. "'et me sign t'at delicate 'ittle neck of ye's." Sid rears his clawed hand back, aiming to strike down Patrik with one quick sweep of his fingers, spilling his blood on the cement and into the sea. He brings the hand down with all the speed of a cobra strike, impaling his hand into the cement beside Patrik's head. He removes his hand, shaking away the dust and stands up. "Don' admire ki'lers, lad. Ido'izein ones 'ike me, it'll transform'a. Turn ye into'a beast."
He turns to the utility door, fiddles with the door handle and breaks the rusted bolt open. He takes one glance back, that single blue orb coldly looking at the kid. He shakes his head in disgust departs through the door.
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Nov 9, 2009 2:04:59 GMT -5
Ren and Eva were able to get away from the riot that happened. There was no slight sign of Siela in the stadium at all. Together with Eva, Ren appears not far from Sid. There was a cloud of dust but it was quickly blown away by the wind circulating around the stadium. Hopefully, Eva wasn't feeling dizzy; there were more suited people striding through the crowd in search for the three of them.
"I couldn't find Siela in there. Damn it! and I almost collided with one of those agents. I hope they didn't sense us or anything. Oh and by the way, I heard one of them say something 'Loranda' and 'Sinia'. Who are they?"
(OOC- Wow! Really fast here, eh? Freakin' burmecians...No racism okay, just kidding around!)
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