RPG The Matrix: Nightraven

[Chaos]

[i]Neil's entire essance became suddenly vicious, as his hand came around. Like a rocket, it connected with her cheek in the form of a bakchand. Spit came flying out her mouth as her head snapped in full reverse, her red face burning furiously. At the same moment that he punched her, he had also let go of his grip on her leg.

So, following the laws of nature, Loren literally flipped backwards from the force of the blow. She came to terms with the blood in her mouth, and flipped up again.

Once more, she thrusted her open palm forward, aiming for his stomach. Neil swung hard with his left arm, and caught her wrist. In a whip-cracking motion, he had stunned Loren with a powerful lash, and brought her own arm across her neck, and finished with an iron-strong hold from behind.

Loren's face turned red, lacking oxygen. If she went to pull her arm free, she'd dislocate her shoulder. If she tried to kick his legs out, he'd fall, taking her arm with her and therefore crushing her throat. If she would go to try and backhand him with her free fist, he could easily counter by punching her in the back of the head, thusly breaknig her neck. She had no choice but to sit back, and watch all that around her turn black...

With a sudden twitch that brought precious oxygen back, she felt him let her arm go. She stumbled away, no time for grace or fancy flips. She fell t her stomach, sucking in air. After a minute or two, she stood, eyes partially glazed over. She rubbed her sore shoulder while her eyes cleared, and once more shot right through Neil.[/i]

[b]Loren:[/b] "Nice hold. I'm still wondering why you let me go, but it was still nice."

[b]Neil:[/b] "Pah. I wanted to prove a point. Being graceful and jumping around like a little birdy is fine and dandy if you want to put on a show, but in The Matrix, it'll get you killed. I could have easily snapped your neck or hold your arm back tighter, and an Agent would. I only let you go because, one, you're part of this team, like it or not, and two, you're too fine for me to kill." ;)

[b]Loren:[/b] "Remind me to kick you in the nuts when we're done."

[b]Neil:[/b] "Will do, sweetie."

[b]Loren:[/b] "...I have REAPEATEDLY told you not to call me that. So DON'T."

[b]Neil:[/b] "Will do, sweetie."

[i]Neil was instantly met with a dropkick to the nose. He fell over, quite comically, before standing up, holding that same nose, which wasn't bleeding, even though he was acting as if it had exploded.[/i]

[b]Neil:[/b] "HAHA. I'M OKAY FOLKS! DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME!!"

[i]It was at this point that Neil fell over, as if part of a joke, writhing. Loren kicked him in the ribs semi-seriously. He stopped his tom-foolery, and looked at her. She gave him[/i] that [i]look, and he stood once more.[/i]

[b]Neil:[/b] "All right. C'mon. We need to get you stronger so that you can stop hopping about like a little bunny and do moves that actually hurt."

[i]He turned to the door, opened it, and continued walking towards the weight section of the construct, ignoring the punch to the back of the head Loren gave him on the way.[/i]

[James]

[color=#808080]Sasha re-entered the Safehouse around two hours after he'd left. Upon entering, he immediately moved into the construct. Sasha noticed Neil and Loren heading toward the weight section.

Neil paused as Sasha passed. "What happened with Ryan back there?"

Sasha turned around and smiled. "I think Ryan was just doing his job; being responsible for his teammates. But all I was doing as having a little dinner in New York; Ryan was out at a Linkin Park concert..."

At this, Sasha rolled his eyes. Going to a Linkin Park concert whilst Agents were searching them out seemed to be a little...indiscreet?

Neil merely nodded. He had an understanding of the team. "Yeah, I know what ya mean...but don't be too hard on the guy -- afterall, it's not easy for us to find time for ourselves under these circumstances. I think it's pretty fair for him to let his hair down, even if it's a security risk."

Sasha's attention immediately turned to Neil's slightly bloodied face. He also noticed Loren's plentiful bruising. "Had a nice spar, did we?" he chuckled.

Loren glared at Sasha briefly before passing by him. Neil grinned and nodded to Sasha once again, as he turned and headed out.

Sasha loaded the Agent Simulator and carefully drew his sword...[/color]

[Talon]

[color=teal][i]In the middle of "Runaway", Blaze got one of his bad feelings. He grabbed his head, put his beer down, and tapped Rali on the shoulder. Rali turned, saw Blaze's grin, and gripped Ryan by the shoulder. Blaze looked towards the exit, where an FBI-like "man", as the rest of the people in the crowd called him, was ushering people out due to a "bomb scare". In truth, it was just a kid pulling a prank, but it was enough to cause havoc and attract agents. Blaze pulled and punched the nearest person twice his size, who in turn hit Ryan, who in turn went nuts and punched wildly in every direction. Rali simply grinned, preparing to use his entire body in a wave of attacks against Blaze's upstart rioteer. Rioteer #1 went down, bleeding from a broken nose. Mass fighting ensued, Blaze, Rali, and Ryan somehow avoiding too much bodily damage, yet still sustaining enough hurt to look as though they were just a few overeager fans, or maybe some rioteers, but the Smith clone didn't notice them.......for ten minutes, anyway. People cleared as the gunshots rang out, missing Rali and Blaze by fifteen inches and killing a young woman going risque with her top, thinking it was simply a gag for publicity. Blaze looked to the left, then to the right, Rali engaged with another agent. Ryan, rushing for the exit, took a couple of agents out with a quick bullet to the head. Blaze pulled out his twin katanas, slicing and dicing better the Emeril on a cube steak. Agent #1's end result was worse than Rory on Final Destination 2. Working their way to the ladies' room in the lobby, agents fell, but not before inflicing a bloody bullethole in Rali's shoulder, two in Blaze's leg, and one snapped wrist for Ryan. All three stumbled through the gateway into the Safehouse, two laughing like maniac kids who just caused mass havoc at Six Flags and got away with it. Frost just looked at Blaze, Ryan, and Rali, then at Neil and Loren.[/i]

[b]Frost:[/b]Neil, I think we have a couple of people here more insane than you.

[b]Neil:[/b]No way in Hell!

[i]Frost pulled out some bandages, beginning the smalltime labor of repairing the bodies of the insane. Blaze was wondering when the next mission was. He was already getting bored, and he'd ducked out of the concert before it got interesting.[/color][/i]

[Vegitto4]

[i] Ryan kinda laughed as his wrist was put into a splint. He gave Rali an blaze a sideloook, and they all snickered, and were itchy for another fight. [/i]

[b] Neil: [/b] ok, you three, quiet down, we got some slight preperations still to do before we get going.

[i] all nodded, as they took relaxing positions. Their injuries wouldn't take long to repair....they would just have to be carefull next time.

Ryan took a relaxing position on the couch, and began to read one of the magazines sitting around.[/i]

[Chaos]

OOC: I just have one question...why are you people talking to my character when he and Loren are in the construct? Bah. And why did you start a fight at a concert John? I swear, some of you...Egh.

[Vegitto4]

ooc: loudspeaker into construct maybe? I dont know. I thought you left it. o_O...

[Talon]

[color=teal]OOC:Same way you talk to someone in the Matrix. And what the Hell are we supposed to do, remain bored while you and Raiha spar, waiting for the next mission. And besides, you know me, I have a suicidal complex. Anything but life-threatening situations are boring as Hell, even Armored Core 3. *lightbulb* Say, anybody wanna help me with an Armored Core RPG? That might be fun.....[/color]

[Vegitto4]

[i] Ryan continues to sit i the safehouse, and lets his wrist heal, as he watches sasha train using the agent program.[/i]

[b]:Ryan:[/b] You know, it's been awhile since I used that program, if we have time before we go, I might use it....depending on the strength and skill training that Medra and Loren are doing...God this is taking forever.....

[i] he continued to watch Sasha, picking up moves, and watching for situations that Agents might be able to use in a surprise attack....[/i]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Loren sighed, then whipped her leg around and gave Neil the promised kick to the nuts. He doubled up in agony, and she preened.[/i]

Neil: Oh you bîtch.

Loren: ....I told you not to call me sweetie. And I do [b]not[/b] hop around like a bunny when I fight. I hardly did any of that anyways....

Neil: Life was easy with the Oracle then?

Loren: I never said that. I had to keep on my toes, and study hard.

Neil: You would think otherwise.

Loren: You get used to it. And my training was not exactly combat.[/COLOR]

[James]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Etarah's Maverick [/i]
[B][color=teal]OOC:Same way you talk to someone in the Matrix. And what the Hell are we supposed to do, remain bored while you and Raiha spar, waiting for the next mission. And besides, you know me, I have a suicidal complex. Anything but life-threatening situations are boring as Hell, even Armored Core 3. *lightbulb* Say, anybody wanna help me with an Armored Core RPG? That might be fun.....[/color] [/B][/QUOTE]

[color=#808080]OOC: Oh c'mon. You don't need to rely on Neil and Raiha to push the story forward. There's plenty you can do while you wait for their shameless flirting to finish. ~_^

And I hope you're going to edit that post with an RP post. Half of it is totally unrelated to this thread.

Of course, I'll be editing [i]this[/i] post with an RP post. ~_^[/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: That's what this rpg needs! Someone getting stabbed in the eyes with a fork. If you'll all excuse me, which I know you will...

IC: [I]Rali absently tested his leg, finding it quiet sufficient to walk on. He was quickly out the door again, avoiding inquisitive eyes that would most likely tell him to get the hell back to where he was. They were like that a lot.

One hand absently resting on his kama hilt through his shirt, he strode down a street he didn't recognise. Geography, on any level, wasn't his strong point. People around him didn't even look twice. That was the thing about dressing in a semi-normal state...you could actually walk around without getting either a)attacked by a bunch of drunks who thought you looked like a wannabe superhero, and tended to be right, b)Animal rights activists objecting to the trench coat, c)agents, or d) Anyone who had the remotest clue how much of a wackjob you actually were.

Strangly enough, all four of those groups were in equal proportions. Rali didn't really get that bit of it, but that wasn't what he was getting paid to do. Not that he was getting paid, but that's different. He stopped into a cafe, one of those dark, quiet seeming from the outside but noisy inside places that the intelligentsia seem to flock to. Beakniks and what not. You know the type.

He sat himself down in a corner, smiling blankly at anyone who looked at him. As usual, someone turned up with a chess set, offering a game.[/I]

Rali: You want me to bite what now?

Man: Nothing... I just asked if you wanted to play...

Rali: What are we playing? Cheese racing?

Man: I'm not sure....what you're talking about...

Rali: You know...with the cheese, running around the track...with all the fans screaming...and cheering...and the you know?

Man: You're...not a usual here....are you?

Rali: At the cheese track? Certainly. Here, what are you implying?

Man: Nothing...nothing...what is your problem?

[I]Rali leapt over the table, grabbing him, and going "Bwahahahahaha" is his face. When he let him go, the man stumbled away, a look of utmost confusion on his face. One of the other men, a clean shaved man with a goatee, Scottish appearing, quite large, stood up, placing hands on Rali's shoulders placatingly.[/I]

Man: I don't really think that is neccessary.

Rali: Whatever lights your fire...

[I]Rali smiled, teeth showing. He opened his mouth slightly, and ran his tongue over his teeth. The man looked scared for a moment, then grabbed Rali a little more forcibly, and dragged him out. Rali let him, bubbling something about the furry cheese taking over the race. He suddenly, stiffened in the man's arms, and started shaking crazily. The man sighed, and bodily threw him. Rali hit a table, knocking coffee, plates, cutlery, chess pieces and bad poetry everywhere. One of the pieces of cutlerly, a fork, to be precise, flew through the air, taking the man who had thrown Rali out in the eye. The blunt end, so it was actually a comic situation. Rali, rolling around in coffee laughing to the point where his sides hurt, wasn't doing much more for either's dignity.[/font][/color][/I]

[Vegitto4]

[i] Ryan shook his head, slightly grinning. He then got up, looked at his hand, after taking off the bandages. It looked fine to him. Ryan grinned, looking back at an acomplice of his. He put his pistols under his coat, in there holsters, and rebellion on his back, as he planned on just sitting out in the matrix, not doing much. [/i]

[b] Ryan: [/b] Well, i'm off to watch the city for awhile. Anybody feel like comming with me?

[i] No one nodded right off, and he shrugged, as he turned, his coat slightly fanning out, as he walked through the door, and appeard on a rooftop of a mid-sized skyscraper, over looking downtown....[/i]

[Talon]

[color=teal][i]Blaze sighed. He was a burden. He could sense it. He packed up everything, put it all together, and left his prize torch on Neil's locker with a note saying "I know you've always wanted this. It's yours.". He left his Colt .45's to Loren, he left his katanas to Rali, and he took off a necklace he prized, a gift from someone he used to know. He left the golden heart engraved with an "R" in his own locker, with a note explaining where he went. He locked the small closet and took to his heels, disconnecting his signal from Frost so that the agents would not find his friends. He walked right into the middle of the LA speedway. A young girl, about Blaze's age, was standing in oncoming traffic, trying to revive a black-haired, Italian boy with a gash in his head. A huge eighteen-wheeler barreling right at them did not have time to slow down. Blaze kicked up, running right at the girl and the boy. Blaze pushed them out of the way of the truck, onto the median. The girl grimaced as she saw Blaze's bones disconnected, his arms splaying wide. His legs bent backwards, his body flying backwards, but not fast enough. His ribs pressed against his back, his spine popping out. As Blaze fell to the pavement, powder from his calcium-poor supports checkering the concrete, the wheels of the eighteen-wheeler rolled over him. Blaze was dead before the engine's roar overwhelmed and passed him. His last thoughts were of a young woman, blackish hair from dye, her brown eyes sparkling. Blaze's body was picked up hours later by an ambulance, only for him to be buried as a John Doe the next day...[/i][/color]

[Vegitto4]

[i]Ryan was over looking Broadway, when all of a sudden, he got the call about blaze. His eyebrow was raised, as he jumped from roof to roof, and sprinted towards the safehouse entrance. When he got there, there was a very somber look about the place...[/i]


[b] Ryan: [/b] I'm gonna miss that guy.........

[i] others nodded, and offered up toasts.....[/i]

[Talon]

[color=teal]Umm.....Vegitto? How do I go from an LA speedway to the Brooklyn Bridge? And I already stated that I was found and buried as a John Doe. Ok? Just a little edit. And everyone, it was great being in this RPG. I hope this turns out great. I'm rooting for you.[/color]

[Vegitto4]

ooc: just getting this up to the top here, so more of us can see it....
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