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*a man in a black robe sprints by outside followed by me*

OOC: -_- Overwatch...
BiC:
*Ra walks outside with his coffee only to almost get it knocked out of his hand by WK*

OOC Actually okay with this. Just because she's a cancerous character in game doesn't mean I don't like her backstory.

OOC:
Love you too OT. I just really like the game

BIC:
*I blink around Ra and keep running*
Pardon me, work to do!

OOC Just please don't use her quotes...

Ra: Work? What kinda work? Who are you!? *Mildly annoyed at this WK*

OOC: I kinda want to see if I can get someone else to kill Yaryap besides me, without him actually being a threat and more of a nuisance. What's the point of a social experiment if I don't interact with everyone? And this is probably going to get Z15 to show up, kick the grunt through a wall, and go back to whatever he's doing.

BIC: *Santiago continues repairing the armor and and complainingabout it's condition*

*I ignore Ra entirely and keep sprinting after the figure*
*I'm firing pulse pistols continuously at him*

OOC:
Don't tempt me Vanden

*Ra watches WK chase the figure in around while calmly sipping coffee with his good arm*
Ra: Never a quiet moment...

*I hurl a pulse bomb at the figure*
Bombs away!

OOC:
I could conveniently make this bomb hit him 2BJ

*Ra takes a step back*
Ra: Hey! We've had enough fighting around here for a while.
*Still heavily bandaged and arm in a sling*

*Continues watching Santiago*

*Starts scratching nails against the floor in boredom*

OOC: That isn't how I imagined he would die. I figured if he would die, it'd be a face to face confrontation. But hey, if that bomb finds its way in his room, I'm not saving him.

Oh, and I figure that if he manages to meet everyone and not die, he'll get rewarded by getting to meet up with a covenant fleet or something and live happily with his people. Or I'll just have Santi shoot him. Not sure.

BIC: *stops twitching and falls into a deep sleep*

*Wade sighs and heads off towards the medbay*

*the bomb flies through the air towards the man in the robes*

*Ra has had enough*
Ra: Enough! No more fighting!
*Grabs the bomb as it explodes in his fist doing nothing. The then winces as he grabs both the robed man and Tracer by the upper arm tearing the stitches in his shoulder*
Ra: Now, who are you two?!

*Meanwhile Roland buries a stake through a vampires heart. Oy watches the area, while Roland does the grisly work.*

OOC: Wk you playing that chick from Battleborn? Or is it dota? Or league

OH heroes of the storm?!

*I blink out of Ra's grip*
*The robed man turns into a wraith like form and slips through Ra's hand*
*The robed man chuckles darkly*

OOC: Anyone can tell you that beheading a Vampire is sooo much easier. That or a wood chipper.
BiC

*Ra sighs*
Ra: Ugh... enough... kill each other or whatever. I'm going back inside...

OOC Yes, she's from Heroes of the Storm.

I'm not joking.

OOC: Santiago crushed its head out of existence with a gravity hammer, repeatedly. If cutting its head off has better results, Santiago might flip a lid.

BIC: *hears boom and sits up breathing rapidly*
Not again!
*ducks under sheets and curls up*

*Santiago looks back at Joalia*
Santiago: I warned you. And you can go off and do something else if you want, I'll be fine. Still plenty of marks I want to take care of.
*Santiago goes back to fixing his armor*

*the robed man begins to run for it again and I pursue him*
I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET!

*Shakes head and stops scratching the floor*

*Barely fits in the room*

*Accidentally sweeps tail and knocks a bunch of tools from a shelf*

*Looks over*

Hiss...
(I am sorry about that.)

*the robed man begins firing two handheld shotguns at me, and I keep having to blink to dodge the powerful shots*

OOC: Nope.. Removing the head on a type one does not kill him. Only a stake through the heart kills em. Supposed to pin them to the earth..

*Roland finishes and watches the vampire corpse bubble into a yellow goo.*

Roland: Good job Oy..

*slowly comes out from underneath the sheets and goes to the door*
Need a gun. Need a gun.
*steps outside his room and wanders around looking for an armory or any type of firearm he could use*

*Santiago looks back at Joalia with a raised eyebrow*
Santi: I don't need a bigger bed. I need a bigger room. You're getting too big for your own good, missie.
*Santiago shakes his head and goes back to work*

*Wade is walking through the medbay while looking for a specific patient*

OOC: And this robed figure reminds me of Jhin from LoL. Fether is scary.

*Shrugs innocently*

*Pokes tail out of the armoury(?) and casually sweeps it along the floor*

OOC Fourth Auto is the only thing scary about him. Though Jinx is SUCH a counter to him.

*Ra reports the two outside to OT. OT sighs and smiles at Perenelle*
OT: Never a dull moment, excuse me. *Perenelle shakes her head*
Pere: If you think I'm letting you out of my sight after these last couple days, then you've got another thing coming
*OT picks up the Blade and walks slowly outside to see what's what. Perenelle walks beside him ready to catch him should he fall*

OOC:
Wasn't quite what I was going for

BIC:
*the robed figure keeps firing off shots at me*
Figure *in a menacing tone*: Do me a favor and die Lena.

OOC: To be fair, I'm not that good at the game and my friend who plays him is ruthless. I'm just a simple Garen trying to live out a life in the top lane.

Oh, and I pictured that he would've left his armor set in his room, but the armoury makes a lot more sense. Power tools don't make sense to be in a bedroom, and I doubt there's the space for it all.

BIC: *reaches the kitchen and grabs a small mallet*
Want my stuff back. Bad bird took it. Just like the nasty Kigs!

*OT walks outside in time to quickly turn and shield Perenelle from a hail of shotgun pellets*
OT: WHAT IS GOING ON HERE! *Furious*