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OOC:
Ghosts are good in CC, and if I remember right they have their own strength and speed boosts. Not enough for a REALLY good fight with a Spartan, but they're no slouches.

BIC:
*I curse and vault through the window as the rounds go by my head*
*I pull out my canister rifle and fire off a shot at Denny*
*I then cloak and begin slipping around the outside of the Room*

OOC Ghosts are slouches in CC compared to spartans, no offense. Speed and strength also. They're more augmented than normal soldiers, but a mile off Spartan level. Only thing Nova would ever have going for her is cloaking and psychic powers.

Bic *Moves self out of the path of the shot*

*Continues firing somewhere in the general direction of Nova, highly doubtful of actually hitting anything*

[Perron sits up] I would usually recharge by ...enjoying myself.
It's not something I'm comfortable doing, because I don't really know anybody here well enough to do that.
[Pulls self to feet] [Rubs eyes] Don't worry about it. I'll figure something out. [Smiles]

[Heads out of storage room] You know this place better than I do for sure. This way out? [Points]

*Perenelle and Nicholas both run out of the kitchen*
Perenelle: What's going on?!
*Nicholas scans the room and sees the gunfire and shooting and shields her.*
Nicholas: Go back into the kitchen! Stay there and I'll be back soon!
*Perenelle tries to look past him to see the couches*
Perenelle: Where are Morri and Morgan!?
Nicholas: I don't know. There's no blood and I don't see them. I think Morri got them both out.
*Perenelle worriedly goes back into the kitchen as Nicholas moves towards the window*
Nicholas: Come back here!


*Morrigan nods*
Morrigan: Well I'm afraid I can't help you with... that.
*Stands up and picks up Morgan*
Morri: OoF, you're getting heavy.
*Morgan nods sleepily*
Morgan: M'sorry...
*Morrigan shakes her head to Perron*
Morrigan: Nope, that's to the sequin pillow storage, this way.
*Leads him off through a door into a narrow corridor and starts walking through a series of passageways as Morgan sleep on her shoulder*

*I continue stealthing away and reload my canister rifle*

*Continues following*

*Aiming at shadows, but no longer firing*

*Reloads quickly while still watching the surroundings*

[Commissar pulls Benny down out of the way of wild-fire] [Rolls and looks alarmed]

HEY! IDIOTS!

TAKE IT OUTSIDE.

*Commissar raised his bolt pistol and fired VERY close to nova*

Sorry Commissar, little busy here!

[Commissar swears as part of the wall disappears from the shot that missed Nova]
This is a home! There are civilians here! Children!

[Perron nods and follows] Who actually shops here, anyway?

*I don't flinch as the round passes by*
*I continue to stealth around and hide behind some barrels*

*Morri shrugs carefully so as not to wake Morgan*
Morri: It's the number one place for people to come on a 'shopping vacation'. Lots of rich people. Anyways it's more a online business nowadays. I don't know if you know what Amazon was on old Terra, but it's like that only on a galactic scale

*Nicholas sighs*
Nicholas: Blast it... in the middle of the living room... Why are you so careless!
*Glaring at Pla and Denny*

*Tossing and turning in sleep, ocassionsally calm for a brief period, but always returning to a restless state*
*Joined by a warm presence*
*Stabilizes almost instantly, inconsistent stress and nightmares becoming a calm, restful sleep*

*looks up from his dice*

(I'm calling bull-gak on those dice. Now, are you hungry?)

There were on armageddon too but that didn't stop me!

*Commissar suddenly charged towards where his bolt pistol was tracing Nova, bringing up his power sword to try and get a lucky swing*

*I watch as Pla rushes toward where I was*
*still hidden amongst the barrels*

OOC I thought Nova ran out of the room. I'd assume Denny followed her out. And she never shot once while in the room, regardless.

Bic *Vaults the same barrels Nova is behind and starts reloading*

*Doesn't notice Nova*

~

*Joal frowns*

Joal: (Yes please, but how are you so good at this game?)

*Commissar follows Denny and looks around*

Denique, I think I've officially fallen in love with you.

OOC:
I went through some windows and (presumably) broke LOS long enough to hide.

BIC:
*I don't move a muscle*

Good for you, hold this.

*Thrusts the DMR at Commissar and pulls out M6 cause DMR is empty*

OOC I look like a dill weed now, I did indeed shoot in the room. mb.

*Commissar caught the DMR and slid it on his back, looking around*

So you have a history with this woman?

*Nicholas frowns around angrily before running after Denny and Hunter to try and apprehend Nova*

Only person that's beaten me in hand-to-hand that isn't a Spartan, I want to rectify that. Admittedly I was 14, but still.

So you try and shoot her? Sounds like a logical advancement. Eh I'm not whining.

*figuratively sweating bullets*
*I don't move a muscle*

[Commissar looks troubled] ... This isn't a warzone, it's home. People came here to be safe. [Looks over at sofa] ...Oh no.

[Perron staggers out of Ork Mart] ... That place is crazy, crazy big. I'm impressed and more than a little confused.

[Sees Benny] Benny! [Runs over] [Grins] [Picks him up and hugs him]

[Commissar kneels by the wrecked sofa] ... gak gak gak.

*Commissar calls from the next room*

Sorry about the couch!

*Commissar kept looking around for Nova*

Come on out Blondie, too much of a coward to actually face somebody? Typical from a dumb blonde. Hiding in the dark like a typical eldar. Pathetic.

If I can, I'll beat her in hand-to-hand before killing her, but right now, I'm just content with kicking this cloaked bitches ass.

*Stands up and walks over to where Nova is hiding*

*Looks around for something to shoot at*

(Bluffing is a skill of mine, I guess. Now, what do you want to eat?)

*smiles and stands up*

*I remain perfectly still amongst the barrels*
*hand inches towards pistol*

*Continues looking around*

*Looks back at Commissar*

Check on the room, she might've circled back.

*Goes back to scanning around*

~

*Joalia stands up and smiles*

Joal: (Quesadillas.)