Bioshock RPForce Echo
Posted 10 March 2013 - 08:07 PM
With heavy steps, I descend down the marble steps, onto the bathysphere. the funny thing is, even though freedom's so close, it's so far away. Nowhere to run to. We're in the middle of the ocean.
I open the lid to the Bathysphere and step in, waiting for the others. "Well, ready to go kill some monks?"
Posted 10 March 2013 - 10:38 PM
Last night Sullivan had me light up one just like him for smuggling. One of those crawly ones with the hooks; screamed in German the whole time, I think he was saying something about the fish. We killed that one, and gave this one a job. It ain't the sane men against the maniacs; it's all maniacs, some are just on opposite sides.
And today's maniacs are buddhists. I love buddhists, I love the way they take a punch. The Boxer Revolution was proof that none of that religiosity ever payed off anyway. Bunch of orientals learned chinese boxing and thought it would protect them from gunfire. I don't got anything against 'em, we're all maniacs, all of us, even me, but I never convinced myself I could punch bullets.
I step into the bathysphere.
"Yeah kill the little bastards, sure. Where are they?"
Posted 11 March 2013 - 01:17 AM
"Je doute que ce qui importe" he mutters between gum chewing at the one wearing a helmet. He knew proper english pretty well, hell he learned from an actual englishman but he figured nobody would care what came out of his mouth. "Is there an actual plan?" he asks, mainly in the hope of straightening out the facts. He s run operations planless before, but he always to prefers to know that fact ahead of time.
Posted 11 March 2013 - 06:20 AM
"Lets get to it, gits.", he regarded the others - he wasn't much for standing around ruminating on what to do, rather the action man. He liked being involved in the action and doing physical. Perhaps that was why the wrench he lugged around was crusted crimson... "Who're we killin', never mind the why.", he somberly stated as the aforementioned wrench was held levied over shoulder - "And is it gonna be fun?", a snide grin.
Posted 11 March 2013 - 10:29 AM
"Ah, French. Beautiful language. English is one of world or should be anyway and plan? Yes, to kill whenever the enemy pokes their head out."He'd say darkly as he folded his arms and continued to glance around before Aleks'words reached his ears and flicking the gold earrings, he had worn as the final gift from his mother before he had left his home as he could not bear the shame of living in a country that had built itself up as the mighty ruler of the Dutch East Indies only to be crushed by the Natives and stabbed in the back by those they could call their allies.
"He is right, let's go yes?"
Posted 11 March 2013 - 12:39 PM
The Bathysphere was propelling over the lights of metropolitan Rapture. A newcomer could faint at the majesty, the scale of it all. A veteran to the Rapure? Can only see the chaos underneath. All of a sudden, a black tube appeared in the viewport. Getting closer and closer.... "Oh shi-" Spaceman started.
The Bathysphere rocked with the force of the explosion, red alarm lights blared, and the radio started fizzing with unintelligible static. "Death.... 10,000.... Legion.... Kill Them!" The exterior compromised, the sphere started leaking. Space man used Freeze blast to seal the sphere, draining a small bit of eve in the process. They were all equipped with two Eve hypos and two Health hypos.
The Bathysphere, still out of control, careened through the side of a building. The front latch gave out, and Spaceman tumbled on to watery floor. It turns out that they landed in some kind of social event, everyone was wearing formal wear, with drinks in their hand. The building automatic system rolled in, and metal plates sealed the gaping hole. They were about knee deep in water.
Picking himself up, Spaceman turned to the startled crowd. "Err. Hello there folks. How's life?"
Everything was quiet.
Then suddenly, two splicers, they looked like twins, took out pistols, aiming them at the group. "Who are you people?!"
Posted 11 March 2013 - 02:56 PM
I pop out a cigarette and pretend to be far more interested in lighting it than I really am. But keeping my eyes on it will hopefully allow me to speak out the side of my mouth without tweedles dee and dum hearing what I'm saying.
"Hope you all don't mind, figured it would look bad if we had to converse on the question of who we are before answering."
I twirl the paper cylinder between my fingers.
"Speaking of things going bad, if they don't buy this, I wouldn't be standing in the water if I was you..."
A spark jumps between my thumb and index, lighting the cigarette. A few more build up as I move my hand behind my back, no more than a small arc to the body of water below.
Posted 11 March 2013 - 04:40 PM
The first thing that goes through my head is, how the *vulgarity* did he know shit about anything? The second thing that runs through my head is, "holy shit, that oversized tuxedo looks completely ridiculous on that Brute Splicer charging towards me!"
I roll to the right, watching as the Brute Splicer careens into the window, generating hairline cracks in the material. Then, the twins start unloading on the entire group, the party becomes utter chaos as everyone scrambles for cover or the exit, the twins gunning down two ladies in white dresses to get to the group.
Posted 11 March 2013 - 06:14 PM
This is why I don't like going in plan-less... Russel complains to himself, as he starts dusting himself off of the water. As he got lower on the body though, he was reaching behind his duster so his hands could be near his hip holster where he had his gun, cause of course he assumed that was gonna be necessary real soon. On top of that crazy mutters something aty him, about not being in the water. Russel only needs to see the man's hand arc once before he realizes that a plan woulda been a really nice thing to have about now. Against his better judgement he tempts fate with a 'what next?' and almost on command, the PA came on citing them as intruders.
"Merde", he howls angrily before quickly looking for the closest table he could use to stand on. Once that was out of the way, he'd try to leap onto the thing in the vein of a swimmer's dive. Regardless of his success, he'd quickly draw his pistol in an attempt to get a bead on one of the twins. He'd pull the trigger once he thought he had a one of their heads on his gunsight, and he'd try to put one between the guy's eyes. That usually silenced em pretty quickly.
Posted 12 March 2013 - 05:08 PM
That's when a Houdini Splicer suddenly appeared behind Russel, fiery hand primed for a right hook to the head.
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Posted 12 March 2013 - 05:21 PM
The Brute Splicer turns towards me and charges, I shoot him three times center mass to little effect, and then roll under his swing, which blows apart the skull of the bystander. "Woah big guy!" With that, I freeze his feet in the water into place. "That should hold you for a little while..."
Posted 12 March 2013 - 07:25 PM
I quickly dive out of the way and onto dry land, I watch as the rest of my mates go more head-on. I watch Spacey ice the Brute in the water. Best to use that I suppose. Though a warning might be a good idea so that I don't hit my own guys. That would be bad... Not horrible, but bad I reckon.
"EH! Legs on the dirt, a volt in the drink! Watch it!"
With that I send a bright, snapping, stream of electro-bolt at pool of water right near the big guy.
Posted 13 March 2013 - 09:10 AM
Damn, he's about to use electrobolt! I freeze the water around me to form an insulating platform to stand on. The bystanders sill in the room didn't fare so well, as they all got electrocuted. I looked back at Henry. Did he care? I couldn't get a read on his expressions in the heat of batt-
The Brute Splicer broke out of the ice with a thunderous crack, grabbed my entire platform, and chucked it at Russle. "HEADS UP RUSS!" I yell as I jump off the platform onto the Brute Splicer's back in the split moment. Taking my pistol out, I begin unloading rounds point blank into the splicer's head. "DIE ALREADY YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
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BOOM! Water starts rushing in, breaking in and flooding the room, carrying the group into the hallway. The water starts receding as Rapture's systems begin to repair the leak.
I get up from the ground coughing and sputtering. "Everyone alright?" I call out, taking my helmet off and draining the water before I put it back on. There were bodies everywhere. Bodies of splicers, of innocent people just wanting a dream, and a tied up one about 10 feet away. He had a bag over his head, tied up with a note on him. I take the note, look at it. I read it out loud, "Wondering who sold you out? Mr. Drake. Suite 105." the name sounded very familiar, but almost caused me a headache from thinking about it. Big money. Ryan's inner circle. Met him before. At a party? Important dude. Maybe Ryan's right not to trust anyone anymore.
I read the rest. "PS. Remove the bag. Your friend'll help you." I take off the bag and slap him in the face to wake him up. "Hey! You alive?!"
Then the lights began to flicker... The eerie swing music droning through the halls...
Posted 18 March 2013 - 06:02 PM
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