The Command/Response Game.

[Aki Dazrold]

You were only Roy during part one (it's part three now), and he knows about as much of what's going on as he did before.

Although I have jumped around with the POV a few times in part 3, there hasn't been an official permanent point of view shift yet, so the multi-command power is still available to the players as of now.

[Shadow322]

Does that mean we get multi controll over different characters in the party, at any time?

[Zjean]

Everyone but Phil.

[Aki Dazrold]

Yeah, what he said.

Now can I ask for an on-topic post now, plz? xD

[Zjean]

One of the others: Try and find all of Miriam. Unless the monster is still there. Then you need to kill it.

[Aki Dazrold]

Monster's still there.

Phil fires a bazooka of unknown origin at the figure. The figure moves it's arm into the path of the speeding explosive, which explodes on his arm and causes no damage to it, shielding the host in the process.

[author's note: while it seems like I'm starting to screw around in this game for no reason, rest assured that everything does have a reason.]

[Zjean]

Wonder where the crap that bazooka came from. Then blame those darn inchworms. Have someone gather Miriam up while the others distract the beast.

Miriam: Start thinking of other possible ways to kill the thing. Such as lazor firin'.

[Aki Dazrold]

Somebody inquires as to the bazooka's origin. Phil jerks a thumb in the genereal direction of the hall behind him. He cocks some kind of lever on the side of the bazooka, and a metal shell flies out, followed by a sound of something charging. The figure throws back it's right arm, as if it were about to punch someone from across the room. It then makes a punching motion and a silver spike-tentacle-thingy flies out at Phil. However, Phil dodged to the side before the tentacle was even fired. Roy then attempts to sneak around behind the figure, and so far, appears to be unnoticed.

Phil's weapon makes a beep noise three times, and he fires it at the figure again. It retracts the tentacle and blocks with it's left arm, and no damage is done. Again.

"Hey... how's ninety millimeters of tungsten strike ya?" taunts Phil, as he cranks the lever again, causing that^ to happen again.

"Oh, hush." rasps the host.

You start to think of possible ways to kill the creature, as you experience the disturbing feeling of your face reforming. So, can't blow the effing thing up. Can't shoot it with a bazooka. Can't shoot it with a Glock 18.

But wait, why would it bother to block the attack, then? It must be protecting something vital, otherwise it wouldn't bother with blocking. Hmm...

[ninja edits post because I didn't leave too much open for use here]

Roy slowly creeps up to you, and you see his shocked (and slightly grossed out) face. Unbeknowst to (but suspected by) you at the time, your body parts are littered around the place. Your head is still attached to your upper torso, but the tissue of your chest is scattered around, as are your arms and legs and lower torso. The creature appears to be free of any body parts belonging to you.

Edited July 11, 2010 by LordZakida

[Henry Lee]

Why did this suddenly end?? Just wondering....

[Aki Dazrold]

Because people aren't posting in it.

I could continue the story by myself if I wanted, but that defeats the purpose.

Feel free to actually post something, though.

[Henry Lee]

Hm.....

try and find the weak spot( I bet it is the host itself....) and then try and tell the others to shoot at it with anything....

(FAIL POST)

[Aki Dazrold]

Roy starts to gather your body parts up.

"Try... hitting... the host..." You attempt to say. Your voice is really difficult to hear, however. Roy puts your lower torso next to your upper torso, and the two halves begin to join and heal. "Did you say something?" Roy asks nervously.

"The... host!" you say, a little more audible this time. "Shoot it!"

Roy understands this time.

Phil fires another shell at the figure and it blocks similarly to the last two times he tried this, and then the figure counters like it did the first time. Again, it misses.

[Zjean]

ROY: Have Phil shoot another round at the creature, then try to Glock it from another direction.

[Aki Dazrold]

Roy locates his G18 somewhere amoung the rubble, and leaves your body parts with you. He moves to a different location and waits for Phil to fire again. The minute he does, he opens fire on the host. The figure blocks the shell with it's left arm and deflects the bullets with it's right palm. The figure then rotates said palm in some manner and then shoots a tentaspike at Roy instead of Phil. Roy only barely dodges it.

Note: you will be incapacitated the next two responses

[Zjean]

Repeat maneuver, but add another person to the mix. Preferably Robert.

Derek: Look for anything long-ranged/explody.

[Aki Dazrold]

The attack is launched again; but this time, Robert charges the figure while it's arms are up. He leaps into the air and tries to bring his zanbato down on the host....

Suddenly a net of silver appears originating from it's "shoulders" in front of his downward blade and stops it. "What the..!?" exclaims Robert. The figure then makes a grab for him and catches some of his spines. He pulls away and the grabbed spines break off in it's grip. The figure crushes the spines in it's fists. "Garbage..." the host says.

Derek quickly looks around for long-range weapons. He locates a pack somewhere half-buried. He unearths it and finds out that is was his pack of throwing weapons he had prior to the explosion.

Note: you will be incapacitated the next response.

[Zjean]

Have someone with a long ranged weapon do a really awesome shot by ricocheting the bullet off the roof or something, thus making the angle if attack be all wonky and unexpected.

[Aki Dazrold]

Derek Grabs two shuriken from his pack. The attack is lauched again, but Robert stays put. Phil fires his bazzoka, Roy chews through half his last clip, and Derek throws the shuriken in two different directions. It blocks the shell with one hand, the bullets with the other, and moves slightly to avoid the shuriken...

Or at least, it avoids one of them.

The shuriken Derek threw in a seemingly random direction ricochets off your crowbar and flies right at the host's face. The shuriken then swipes the front of its nose, leaving a small cut. Some glowy-silvery-dark-blackish poo poo seeps out. The host drops the f bomb.

You cough loudly. You can move, but barely. You can't feel your legs, and you discover that they have only barely begun to reattach. The figure hears your cough and turns around partway. Oh snap.

"didn't you die?" says the host.

It attempts to free itself from the rubble.

[Zjean]

Oh snap is right. Have the others distract the thing while Robert rushes to your aid. And have Derek do more awesome ninja-y stuff.

[Aki Dazrold]

Phil and Roy attempt to distract it by shouting things. It doesn't work. Robert runs to your aid. The figure lurches, and one of it's legs breaks free of the rubble. Derek then flings a kunai at the host. It doesn't notice in time and the projectile gashes the host's chest. The figure turns and fires at Derek, but he does some kind of matrix-y crap and dodges. Robert comes up to you and carefully lifts you. Your legs are attached enough so that they don't fall off when he does this. The figure sees the two of you and readies for another attack. Robert swears. Right before it fires at you, Derek ducks under it's arm with two handfuls of throwing weapons, and then spins and throws each one of them directly into the host. The figure grabs Derek. Two seconds pass. Derek screams angrily. The host suddenly pops out of the figure about halfway. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE ME?!" he shouts. "WHHHYYYyyyyy..." he then slides out completely and dies. The figure then appears like it's trying to infest Derek! He writhes around, trying to escape. Phil drops several obscenities, then fires his weapon at the figure's back. The figure shudders, and cracks appear all over it's body. Robert sets you down, and strikes it with his zanbato as hard as he can. The dang thing shatters into a bazillion peices, and Derek falls to the ground unconscious.

Roy rushes to his side and puts two fingers on his neck. "Aw, crap! His pulse is fading."

Phil runs up to him. "I know somewhere we can take him, but we might need firepower. Come with me...."

END PART 3.

[will post next part sometime soon]

[Aki Dazrold]

This is easily my longest and most difficult fight yet. I am battling my master; this is the day I prove my training. The match had lasted upwards of ten minutes, and neither of us are showing any signs of yeilding. He taught me everything he knows in hopes that one day I could surpass him. Today is that day.

I brought my hand around right, and he blocked it with his arm. He took his other hand and attempted to punch me in the gut, but I moved at an angle and grabbed his wrist. He turned the hold against me and twisted around, landing a kick in my gut. I almost fell. He followed up with a scissor kick, and I dodged.

Master, you have taught me everything you know. But you won't see this one coming.

I rushed him. He grinned, thinking I had done something foolish. I brought my fist back and threw a punch at his head. His left hand moved up to block, and his right arm curled around his waist. He intended to move my punch to the side and use my momentum against me, then elbow me in the gut as hard as he could. Good. That's what I wanted him to try to do.

I put out my foot and stopped both my movement and the punch completely. His face changed to a look of confusion. I spun around, bringing the same arm I pulled the punch with around and backhanded upward at his jaw. The attack broke through his guard and smacked his head back. I opened that hand and karate-chopped at his sternum. I didn't do it hard, though; I could have easily broken his sternum and killed him, and he knew that. This fight was over.

He fell on his back. Once he caught his breath, he let out a loud laugh. "My word! I don't recall teaching you that!"

"That's because you didn't. I developed it on my own using your style." I offered him my hand. He took it, and I hoisted him to his feet.

"Well done. I am quite proud of you."

"Thank, you, sensei."

He laughed again. "No need to call me that anymore. You are your own teacher now. Please, call me Marcus."

"Alright, Marcus." I bowed to him.

He came up and hugged me. I hugged him back, a bit surprised.

"I wish you good fortune on your future endeavors." He said. I stepped back. "Farewell, my friend."

"Farewell." I replied.

A man cleared his throat. He was standing in the doorway, a child no more than 12 years of age stood next to him.

I walked out of the building, giving my master one last wave. He smiled back.

The master turned his attention to the newcomer. "Evening, old friend."

"Good evening." he replied.

"So, what brings you here?" asked the master.

"My son here is a very capable young man for his age. I have taught him my own style, and he learned it flawlessly."

The master was shocked. "How old is he?" he asked, bewhildered.

"I'm twelve and a half." The boy responded.

"Why would you teach a twelve-year-old boy a martial art?"

"Because I felt it was necessary. Paul is going on about how his employer needs test subjects or something, and he isn't sure how he... or she... gets them. I fear for my son. I have taught him what I can, but I need someone to hone his abilities."

The master considered this. He knew what his friend's style was, but the master wasn't one to use weapons. "I may not be able to help you." he said finally. "But my brother probably can. Have you met him before?"

"Yes, once or twice." said the man.

Part Four.

You wake up, groggy. It's hard to sleep on this cold hard floor. You see Robert still standing guard. "Go back to sleep." he says. "While you can still feel that luxury."

You try to lie back down and get comfortable. Difficult. You keep feeling the rough spot on your palm. It's so alien to you, and you don't even know what you did that could have caused it to form. You and Robert are the only ones in this room. Mariam, Phil, and Derek went a different way, in hopes of finding a way out. Mariam gave you her damaged headset that still had the communicator working so you could communicate. The time would also show, and the two groups meet for fifteen minutes every four hours to swap information. The small window was to save energy. Some useful information had been found, but still nothing yet pointing to an exit.

You finally drift off to sleep.

You wake up some time later. Robert is still on guard. "Did you sleep at all?" you ask.

"No, Roy." he replies. "I don't need to."

You stand up, achey as hell. You stretch. You examine the room.

It looks like it was previously a storage closet, but nothing of value is left here. The door is even missing. Your stomach gurgles.

[Henry Lee]

Just to say, who are YOU.... Sorry... kinda got confused Zakida

[Zjean]

you are whoever he says you are. At this time, that would be Roy. Previously, it was Miriam.

Wonder if there be-ist food.

[Aki Dazrold]

"Nope." He replies. You remember that anything you had you gave to the others, since Derek and Phil can't heal.

You glance down at your palm. The skin is discolored and rough. It's obviously still bugging you.

[Henry Lee]

But your TALKING to Roy?? Wait, your in Roy's mind?? Soo confused