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| Shu(mr_e_s) Vs. Gareth(Purg); Shu? Again? | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 15 2008, 12:15:56 PM (486 Views) | |
| Hell if I know | Aug 15 2008, 12:15:56 PM Post #1 |
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K, Purg has first attack, so I'll pick the location... Let's say... In a 8 foot by10 foot Jail cell, stone walls, Iron bars on one side, Shu and Gareth are the only inhabitants, also, they have their weapons for some reason that will not be explored in any measure from here on out. I dunno why I'm severely crippling Shu and giving him no room to by an annoying dodgy bastard in, but it seemed like a cool place to fight. First post, go! Shu Jaywalking, serious business. After 247 jaywalking tickets, they finally tossed Shu in the clink for jaywalking across the city's main street... with the contents of the mayor's office. Shu wasn't sure why he always ended up on the wrong side of mayors. It was probably the sashes. He didn't likt people with sashes. Yeah, we get it, you're the mayor, whoop-dee-doo! Jerk. Shu made a note to conquer that particular inane senseless hatred. Or burn down a sash factory. The guard, who looked tough enough to be some really tough guy, ushered him to his new cell, occupied only by a bunk bed, a toilet, a sink, a wierd mirroir that seemed kind of dirty, and was broken in the bottom left corner, and a familiar face. Gary. Shu remembered Gary. Shu also kinda hoped Gary didn't remember him, there were some issues a while back, some names were thrown across bars during knifefights, some things were said to the authorities that might not have been wholly, or partially truthful, some poeple were framed for crimes and thrown into jailcells, some ironies occured when Shu happened to get thrown in that same cell. What was there to say to a guy you condemned? "Dibs on the top bunk." |
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| Ursa Major | Aug 15 2008, 09:14:56 PM Post #2 |
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Gareth looked at the source of the voice from the corner he was occupying, and his eye twitched. "Son of a carni freak... Shu? I understand throwing me in prison, but this is torture..." He pulled out one of his knives. "Wish I could say I was sorry about this, Shubeck, but, well, what goes around comes around." He threw the knife at him, then grabbed another, sliding towards his new cellmate on the damp stone floors. "Besides, the top bunks mine, asshole," he said as he stabbed at Shu's torso. |
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| Hell if I know | Aug 15 2008, 10:10:51 PM Post #3 |
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Shu Shu deftly caught the first knife with his stomach...wait. [size=7]Fuck![/size] Well, things certainly weren't going to plan. Shu made a note to actually make a plan when this was over. He heard they did wonders for people who weren't in jail. "So, uhh. I guess that means you haven't found Lightkratos while in prison then?" Shu considered his options. He decided on the best one, but didn't have access to all of Gary's old ex girlfriends, and he didn't want to know how he was going to acquire enough cigarettes to trade for an emu, so he just contented himself with getting the Hell out of the way of the stabbing. After not dying, Shu was feeling in the mood to live through the night. Best way to do that was to get away from, or stopthe person trying to kill him. Whi;le Shu was always a fan of hiding under the covers, he wasn't sure it would work in this situation, so his best option was being the last man breathing. Shu had...all of his knives? Wow, that was rare. Oh, that's right, the mayor had a knife collection. And his two combat daggers. He also had the juggling balls, but those would be dead useless in a small confined space like this. Well, actually, too useful, would be more accurate. Shu like wouldn't survive hims-fuck that stomach wound hurt. Shu did some fancy footwork, somewhat remeniscent of the mambo to get around Gareth, and situated himself on the top bunk, his rightful throne. He started volleying knives down on Gary, the bastard that used his full first name. the good part about such closed quarters is shu could toss these like candy, and he'd almost always be able to get them back. He could sit up here a good while, just tossing knives, kind of reminded him of home... |
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| Ursa Major | Aug 15 2008, 10:22:38 PM Post #4 |
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Gareth cursed, one knife finding a sheathe in his right arm, another in the same arm's shoulder. "Get down from there, Shu!" he shouted as he slid and jumped into the bottom bunk, stabbing up through the top bunk's cheap frame and mattress. He didn't care that he was mutilating his own bed, as long as he stabbed that bastard Shu, the bed could be sacrificed. Besides, the top bunk sucked, since it was so close to the ceiling that, if you woke up too fast, you'd smash your head. A couple bloodstains covered the ceiling from prisoners that had done just that, actually. Gareth did that once, and, shit, that ceiling was-- Oh, damn, his mind was wandering, he had to keep stabbing Shu. |
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| Hell if I know | Aug 15 2008, 10:52:27 PM Post #5 |
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Shu Well, that was somewhat unexpected. Or exactly as expected. That is to say, Shu probaly would have expected it if he was thinking out anything beyond the moment. Knives were being punched through the blanket, Shu could see them, also, he felt that one punture his leg a bit. The thing to do would be to get off the bed. shu, loving him some irony, slid off the top bunk, right past the bottom, hit the floor with a ninja-like painful thud, and wormed underneath the bed, using his combat daggers (one of which is poison-tipped, FYI, Purg, so probably try not to get hit with that one) to stab up randomly through the bed. |
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| Ursa Major | Aug 16 2008, 04:09:50 AM Post #6 |
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Shit, even though Gareth was doing it himself, he hadn't seen that coming. However, that was the thing with these cheap prison beds; besides just killing your back, smashing your head against the ceiling, and getting raped by Bubba - Gareth had never had that happen, since no one messed with someone who had real weapons - the beds were notorious for being unstable as... well, Bubba. Gareth, after getting nicked once in the leg, he jumped, feeling the bed shake, threatening to collapse. He laughed, jumping again. |
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| Hell if I know | Aug 16 2008, 04:39:36 AM Post #7 |
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Damnit! I wanted to destroy that bed! Shu The bed gave an ominous creak. In theory, this would present too much of a preblem, as the material was fairly lightweight, and a mattress would cushion most of the blow of the weight of Gareth, but in practice, it still left him pinned underneath a mattress with a guy who wants to kill him on top. Shu considered the ramifications of staying versus fleeing from under the bed and being a very open target. On one hand, if he dodged out of the way just as the bed fell, he could get the best of both worlds, not getting crushed, and using the period of falling to avoid any attack due to Gareth's temporary disorientation until he hit the ground, and readying a fresh volley of throwing knives and vulgariti- Shu thought too long, the mattress landed on him as the bed collapsed. the shit was havy, considerably heavy. And it was pressing unpleasantly on his stomach wound. Still, Shu hadn't considered the benefits of this...strategy. Firstly, he could cancel his appointment with the chairopractor, hi back felt much better. Secondly, that bastard didn't get the top bunk any more. Thirdly, Gareth hadn't landed on Shu, and he had plenty of space to get out. He tossed a knife behind him as he escaped, not really looking, just trying to give himself enough time to be prepared for anything that came his way. Hey, if it hit the jugular vein, he could take credit for it, and they bring him prison bitches like... well, prison bitches. Still, he could be called king Shu, and not since he conquered that kindergarten field trip had he been called that. |
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| Ursa Major | Aug 16 2008, 04:48:22 AM Post #8 |
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Gareth fell down, and knew he had missed Shu, due to a lack of screaming and wailing in pain. He ducked under the matress; if anyone would do anything,it would be Shu. A thud hit the matress after a clang, and he knew it was a dagger. Getting up, he threw the matress, throwing two knives immediately afterwards. Shu wasn't going to beat him, not since he had to break the beds to get this far into a fight. |
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| Hell if I know | Aug 16 2008, 05:44:05 AM Post #9 |
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Shu Shu deftly caught the first knife, for reals this time. and hurled it at the second with lightning speed, making them both bounce a little and fall to the floor. It was all go- Fwomp. The mattress hit Shu and knocked him into the wall, then to the ground. His head was bleeding from the impact with the wall, and he felt concussed. Still, passing out was the first step down the road of dying a hoorible horrible death, probably. Shu kicked the mattres back across the room, or as far as his legs could, anyways. Unlike Gary though, he had skill behind his moves, and he charged right behind his mattress attack, ready to put his hidden weight behind the blow and deliver hopefully fatal knife strikes in the aftermath. |
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| Ursa Major | Aug 16 2008, 05:50:30 AM Post #10 |
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Gareth, however, was quite the thinker. Having picked up a long, relatively solid piece of the bedframe, he swung it at the mattress like a bat, halting it's flight towards him, and pushing it backwards slowly. He panted, though; the effort definitely was getting harder to bring out. "Dammit, Shu!" he said as he kicked the mattress over so it'd fall faster. "Why can't you just pass out like a normal person?!" |
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| Hell if I know | Aug 16 2008, 02:23:22 PM Post #11 |
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Shu Shu couldn't hear Gary, he had passed out. Shu's last thoughts were something akin to traiterous mattress. Luckily, Shu had long since trained himself to revify almost immediately if pased out. One too many hookers with a special kiss goodnight that left Shu groggy and robbed had led to the conclusion he should do something about that. So one day while he was harassing this couple in a restaurant, the guy made him act like a chicken. Well, as soon as Shu recoved, he asked the guy to help him, to which the guy replied get off of his lawn. It was just one short hostage session and dead first born later, and Shu was now somewhat immune to passing out. His eyes opened in an instant "BA-KAW!" He was ready for action. And, for some odd reason, birdfeed. In any case, Gary seemed to be watching oddly for some reason. Shu ought to peck his eyes out. knives were faster, though. Shu only had two left in his belt. The floor was pretty much littered with knives between the two cellmates. He decided to go a different route instead, and picked up the mattress, using it as a kind of shield. He did a quick jog over to the other side of the cell. Very quick, as he had less than 6 feet to go. And, hidden by the mattress, pulled out a juggling ball, listening for the sounds of the eventual attack, keeping the mattress far enough away from his body so as not to be penetrated justyet. |
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| Ursa Major | Aug 17 2008, 05:32:37 AM Post #12 |
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Gareth sighed as he picked up daggers and threw them randomly at the mattress, moving to the bars. "You're a chicken in more than one way, Shu." He picked up a piece of the bedframe and waited for whatever the Hell Shu was about to do. Except he really didn't like depending on Shu. So he jumped onto one of the bars running horizontally, holding onto one perpendicular to it with his undamaged arm. At least, he tried to. It was harder than he thought, but he somehow managed to keep his grip. |
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| Hell if I know | Aug 17 2008, 06:06:45 AM Post #13 |
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Shu Shinkshinkshinkshink. Daggers hitting the mattress, movement. then...yes, the definite metal sound of the bars. Shu had a position. he hurled the orange ball, the mild paralyzer. in a small space like this, it would be good for almost ten seconds, more than enough time to get what needed done, done. The issue was to get a knife into him before the gas got Shu as well. Shu pressed the ball down on it's three pressure points, and hucked it over the mattress. Shu tried to pry one of the knives out of the mattress, but it was stuck, or maybe it was Shu's muscles, that were...crap. Shu stood there, paralyzed, staring at Gary. This was a bad situation...Gareth would get almost a full second before Shu could react at all. In retrospect, this brilliant idea was somewhat retarded. |
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| Ursa Major | Aug 17 2008, 06:16:05 AM Post #14 |
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Shit, his limbs were getting heavy. This was bad, and he didn't think it was good, either. Oh, wait, that was the brain getting ready to shut down. Damn small bleeding wounds. Where was he again? Oh, right, killing Shu. Gareth dropped and charged into the mattress, more falling into in than pushing it. Still, it started tipping away from him. Now, all he wanted to do was fall over, and fall over he did. Shit, even though he couldn't feel his arms, that brick floor still hurt like a brick floor. Damn redundancy caused by small bleeding wounds. |
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| Hell if I know | Aug 17 2008, 06:22:38 AM Post #15 |
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Shu was knocked to the ground by Gary hitting the mattress on the other side. He'd have loved to get up, but he kinda didn't want to at the same time... He made anote to work on reducing drowsiness in the future forthe mix. But then again, it was probably just the.... just the closed space making it more potent than it should be. The only thing keeping Shu awake, was the knowledge than falling asleep like this would be fatal, if not from the semi-posionous nature of the gas taking much deeper affect while sleeping, or the concussion, then by the hand or knife of his crazy cellmate. Also, he couldn't get this Milkshake song out of his head. it was damn catchy. |
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| Ursa Major | Aug 17 2008, 06:26:27 AM Post #16 |
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Gareth was half-asleep, and his head was full of dancing milkshakes. No idea why, just seemed like something deep in his subcouncious. He couldn't get up, not that he really wanted to do so anyways, since, apart from the hilts of knives pressing against his chest, it was pretty comfortable. "Hey, Shu," he said, exhausted. "You still want the top bunk?" |
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| Hell if I know | Aug 17 2008, 02:44:18 PM Post #17 |
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Oh, I guess I forgot to post my reply before I logged off. Shu (flyby lazy version) -Shu got kinda drowsy and thought about the wierd plant he used in the making of the gas this time (allusion to it bein weed) -Shu made an awesome plan of attack involving flipping the mattress, several flips, seventeen knives to the head, and a bithcing pose, but failed to flip the bed. -Shu said fuck it, he was too tired, but then realized he was waking up a bit, and that Gareth would be alert faster, so Shu just remained hidden on his side of the mattress and got his fighting knives out. There, summaries in bullets. Probably the only time you'll see me do that for RPing. |
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| Ursa Major | Aug 18 2008, 03:00:31 AM Post #18 |
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Gareth kinda wanted to get up, but then again didn't. Something about lightheadedness. If he weren't so lightheaded he'd remember what it was. Damn blood loss. Wait, what was he doing here? Oh, right, the top bunk, and all that. Huh. He wondered why he was still in bed. Oh, right, Shu was underneath him. Oh well. Maybe if Gareth was lucky the mattress would smother him like an overattentive girlfriend... or, once again, Bubba, and his rolls of fat. |
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| Hell if I know | Aug 19 2008, 06:16:42 AM Post #19 |
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Pause. I go poof. |
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| Ursa Major | Aug 19 2008, 06:18:41 AM Post #20 |
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| Hell if I know | Sep 7 2008, 01:06:57 PM Post #21 |
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I like the new Ultros emote. Onto business. Shu Shu was worrying more and more about the imminent death involved in the situation. Which had a positive side, in that the effects of the gas were wearing off, but also a negative side, in that the effects of the gas were wearing off. Shu rolled out from under the mattress, and got to his knees faster than a twelve year old Thailand prostitute, except he had a knife in hand. Actually, it probably wasn't all that fast. Shu just kind of always wanted to reference Thailand prostitutes. In any case, Gary still looked pretty out of it. This would be the perfect time to be immoral and stabbity-stab. On the other hand, what would LightKratos do? Oh well, fuck it, it's not like he was gonna get less than 5/5 or flamed anyways. Pretty much all of Shu's throwing knives were scattered about the floor at this point, so combat was the way to go for a quick kill. Shu did a stumble/dive with the most grace he could muster, simultaneously aiming for the jugular vein, the heart, and the spleen. Admittedly, he had no idea where the knife would end up. |
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| Ursa Major | Sep 10 2008, 03:44:19 AM Post #22 |
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Gareth struggled to his feet, then began stumbling around. Once he finally steadied himself, he saw a pair of Shus running at him... heh, a pair of Shus... He'd have to tell him that la- Oh, shit, Shu! He dove to the left, getting scraped on his left leg by Shu's knife, then stood up. "Wait," he said, tripping over his letters. "I [size=1]just thought of [/size] [size=0]a funny joke..."[/size] |
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| Hell if I know | Dec 2 2008, 12:30:40 AM Post #23 |
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Shu Shu was unusually tempted at the thoughts of the funny joke, but he also kind of wanted some chips. Maybe the gas had gone bad... either way, he had some of the antidote lying in his...somewhere... Shu began to rifle through his pockets, clumsily dropping his knife in the proces, looking for a good antidote, knowing that most everything in there was deadly if taken in the worng circumstances, but that he was looking for an orange vial, or maybe a green one. Or that wierd one that was telling him the best way to make a keesh. Maybe he had better let this one wear off naturally... "Okay, what was the joke?" OoC: I'm off work and the fight is back on. |
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| Ursa Major | Dec 2 2008, 03:39:27 AM Post #24 |
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Gareth stumbled backwards, leaning against the bars of the cell. "Okay, okay..." He shook his head. "What do you, um, get when you, uh, have double - what's the word...? Oh, double vision, that's right! Anyways, double vision in this cell?" He felt certain he had ruined the setup, but, dammit, it was Shu's idea to use the gas. Or maybe it was the talking shoelaces. He always confused the two, somehow. |
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| Hell if I know | Dec 3 2008, 06:51:20 AM Post #25 |
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Shu Gary was talking words. Shu... ...yeah. |
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| Hell if I know | Dec 9 2008, 12:00:48 AM Post #26 |
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Fine, I'll give shu a real post. Shu Gary was talking words. Shu... ...yeah. Shu stopped hearing things, and seeing things, and doing things, no wait, things were definitely being done, he was higher, like, on his feet, maybe floating, further investigation would be required. Either way he wasn't breathing so well. Shu stepped on something cutty, and then he stepped on another one. It was funny, like it should be all mean and hurty, but it wasn't. He dropped something... gas? What did the fluffy pink cloud mean again? Something to do with unicorns...or maybe restoring cognitive faculties and counteracting most poisonous agents, acting as a failsafe in case things went horribly horribly worng during a fight, or if Shu broke on of his antidotes. That fucking cloud was expensive as all Hell to replace, too! Wait, Shu was shu again, and that meant Gary would be Gary again too. Shu re-MOTHERFUCKTHEREWEREKNIVESINHISFEET! Shu hopped up and pulled out the two blades before he landed on the ground, and onto yet another knife. "Why would we just leave knives on the ground?! That is so dangerous!" Shu fell over upon landing, and began rolling over in pain, across more knives, each adding their own slash to his fragile body, as though saying hello in knife-speak. Shu had gone beyond the point of reasonable thought, now he was just flailing, trying futily to swing hard enough for the knives that had stuck with him to leave his arms, legs, torso, and pelvic region.After five minutes of flailing while screaming and crying like a baby, Shu's thought processes seemed to reboot, and he plucked the knives out one by one, applying a little healing salve to the worst cuts. Luckily, no major arteries had been cut, and all three balls were still attached. Shu gathered his bearings, and grabbed a few knives to add to his satchel. Now, why was he...oh yeah. What happened to that Gary guy? |
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| Ursa Major | Dec 9 2008, 03:42:11 PM Post #27 |
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Gareth yawned. "Well, that was... completely uncalled for, actually." He shook his head. "I forgot why we were fighting in the first place." |
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| Hell if I know | Dec 9 2008, 04:22:22 PM Post #28 |
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Shu "I dunno, but let's just forget the whole thing and work out a way to get out of here together, and forget whatever it was. Probably wasn't important, anyways." Shu had thrown five knives at Gary before he managed to finish the sentence. |
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| Ursa Major | Dec 9 2008, 04:29:12 PM Post #29 |
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Gareth ducked into the pile of the broken bunk, managing to just get skinned a little bit. "Sounds reasonable enough," he returned, a knife flying at Shu's arm. "Got any picks smuggled in, or do we have to pick the lock some other way?" |
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| Hell if I know | Dec 9 2008, 06:50:26 PM Post #30 |
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Shu Shu took a knife in the arm, but what was another knife after the dozens he'd just self-imposed upon himself? If Shu stopped every time he had a knife in the arm, he'd barely ever get out of bed. He should really stop sleeping on knives. Leaving the knife there for safe keeping, Shu prepared his witty comeback. "You know, I'm not sure if the guy who put me in here remembered to lock the door, you should try it." Hey, that might not be a bad ide-no! Fighting! Shu realized that throwing knives were pretty much useless against someone else train to deal with them like him, he wondered how Gary would do with combat knives Shu still had both of his. And Gary still didn't have great view of him, due to being under the broken pile of bed. Shu could put two and two together, so he took his five and charged at the pile, hoping to get that poison-tipped dagger into his cellmate's bloodstream. Because fighting fair is for pussies. |
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| Ursa Major | May 30 2009, 05:40:46 PM Post #31 |
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[Necropost!] As Shu charged at the pile, Gareth charged out of it, sliding in between Shu's legs and making for the door. He performed a tremendous dropkick and... missed, smashing both feet into the bars a few inches to the right of the door. "Ow, fuck!" he called out, as the door swung open lazily, jarred by the impact. |
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| Hell if I know | May 30 2009, 10:52:10 PM Post #32 |
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OoC: On my way out, but will take part in this Hell in a Cell match upon my return, or maybe tomorrow. Depending on if I'm drunk or not when I get back. |
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| Magus | May 30 2009, 11:05:07 PM Post #33 |
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| Hell if I know | Sep 8 2009, 11:44:54 PM Post #35 |
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So Me and Purg had a conversation that went a little something like this.
Some facts in the conversation may have been slightly altered. In other news. Shu Shu turned back at the guy he seemed to miss completely while charging at him, who was now on the ground, in pain at colliding with the wrong part of the bars altogether. More importantly the door was open. Shu jogged in a jolly fashion out the doors, considering what to do with his new freedom. He had a great first idea. He pulled out the black ball, deadly explosive, that would likely eviscerate anything in that stone cell, as well as destroy at least one wall (hopefully the one leading outside, that would be a plus). "Hey Gary, don't get up, I'll find my own top bunk." Shu rolled the black ball in there after pressing the proper pressure points, then proceded getting the fuck out of there. In retrospect he should have stabbed Gary or something to make sure he didn't start running too. Oh well, hindsight in the wake of an explosion... |
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| Ursa Major | Sep 9 2009, 12:39:36 AM Post #36 |
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Heh, that conversation seems about right to me. ---thisisalinebreakohgod--- As Shu ran out into the hallway, so did Gareth. 'Course, Gareth kinda figured that running in the same direction as Shu would be a bad idea, so he ran the opposite, simple, right? So as the two split, the cell went to hell and exploded, shards of rock and knives flying every which way, including up, and destroying the back wall and the two neighboring cells. As inmates escaped - wait, no, the inmates close enough to escape had been eviscerated entirely by the knifey explosion, and so the path out of the jail was clear. Gareth decided to hide behind a bookshelf in the state-mandated library in the prison until things died down. |
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| Hell if I know | Sep 9 2009, 04:11:32 AM Post #37 |
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Shu Heh, Shu loved doing that. With the explosion, and the death, and the riots, and the...Where the fuck was everyone? Shu hadn't seen a person outside of Gary since the guard that dropped him off. Usually fights in prison brought on all sorts of yells and chants from the other inmates. The ones that were completely... gone... This meant...Why did that guard toss him in a cell with Gary if the whole prison was empty? If he had been in anything but a fight to the death or some variety of eating contest, he might have noticed this all earlier, or now stopped to ponder why it seemed such a construct had no people in it apart from him and as far as he knew, Gary. As it stood, though, he just vaguely wondered what was up for grabs. When he turned back to appreciate his piece du resistance he saw Gary running the other way. Which was good for Shu, cause he had only his battle knives, no throwers left. He could still throw pretty much any light thing with deadly precision, but most of them didn't puncture so good. It was pretty easy finding Gary, Shu's blood trail and his were both pretty bad at this point. Shu didn't long for the searching through the library though, couldn't really stand them. He figured he'd just...hey, he still had a knife in his shoulder! Shu knew it was brilliant to save that for later. Best not remove it yet, adding to the already severe bloodloss would make things even harder. Save it for when he needed it. He still had his...fuck, where was his pouch? "Gary, I'm not gonna lie, we're both pretty fucked." Shu tossed out at nowhere in particular in the library. |
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| Ursa Major | Sep 10 2009, 04:25:06 AM Post #38 |
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"Yeah, well, that seems to happen to us a lot. Tell you what, truce for now, no more knifes in the back or other various painful places, until a week after we get outta here, deal?" His voice was kinda muffled, being trapped behind a bookshelf that was fully loaded kinda did that to a voice. |
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| Hell if I know | Sep 10 2009, 06:49:32 AM Post #39 |
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Shu There he was. "Yeah, alright. Personally I don't even really want to finish this. I mean, you're pretty tough to kill, and I think I learned my lesson with the whole framing thing. Tell you what, a little healing up, first beer's on me, and we see what happens then?" Shu was going to kill this motherfucker. OoC: That... actually seems like a good place for an ending. Do you wanna bother to take this to a vote, or just write up a pair? |
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| Ursa Major | Sep 11 2009, 03:38:02 AM Post #40 |
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[Whichever. I honestly think you won this fight, as the most damage that was done to Shu was by your own means and devices.] |
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| Hell if I know | Oct 27 2009, 08:39:42 PM Post #41 |
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Shu's ending. (now with 43% more character control and 17% more wackiness, kids!) The library was one of the few spots in the prison relatively unharmed from the blast of his innuendo-riddled black ball. God forbid he ever used his blue one at the same time. Knives in the stomach were one thing, but ridicule, as a jester, Shu couldn't live with that. Gary was still somewhere here, and spending the time looking for him seemed more tedious and lifethreatening than shu was ready for. He kind of wanted to see a doctor and a prostitute. What he wouldn't give for a prostitute with a medical degree. He began throwing various juggling balls around the library, each one releasing about three second after thrown. The purple ball releasing a very poisonous gas, the antidote would haev to be taken immediately if in contact with it. But nothing there. The red ball exploded, shooting out a highly flammable slime. pretty hard to get off anything, too. The yellow ball was a much stronger version of the orange ball, severe paralysis, lasting for hours. None of these hit anything, though, wherever Gary was hiing, it was not where Shu was looking. And Shu was tired of looking. He pulled out a second black ball, which he really wasn't supposed to have, but for the purpouses of this ending, he does. He pressed down it's pressure points, intending to blow up the library, and take Gary out with it. It seemed like a wholly reasonable plan at the time, probably due to all of the blood loss. Gareth, however, realizing what was going on, raced out from his brilliant hiding spot, so brilliant even he didn't knwo where he was, and stabbed Shu right through the hand, and indeed, through the black ball. He used his other hand to bring down a killing blow on Shu, who stopped him fraticly. "WAIT!" "What is it?" Gareth said, knife still poised to slice through Shu's jugular. 'You're going to kill us both!" "What are you talking about?" "Your knife sliced through the seperation inside the ball that keep the gases from mixing and exploding. I'm thinking the only reason we're not dead is because I have my fingers on the pressure points and the knife is blocking the gases from mixing." "So if either of those things change..." "Kablooey, yeah." "Is there a way to fix it?" "Not really." "Huh." "Well, I do have one plan." "Well, what is it?" Gareth took his knife down to hear Shu's plan out, and shu in turn took his poisontipped daggers and stuck it into Gareth's lung. Moments of certain death had a bad habit of making one think about one's life instead of stopping the knife aimed at their left lung. As the life drained out of Gareth's eyes, and such and such flashed before them, Shu thought to mark the occasion. "I win." Shu found that very comforting as Gareth's grip on the knife inside the black ball slipped and the resulting explosion took out what remained of the prison they were both in. THE END |
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