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The Dark Janitor Rises
Topic Started: Jul 6 2011, 11:17 PM (143 Views)
Sean

((Melvin Mayshack and Anubis DeLancey start))

Melvin blinked.

The info he had gotten was pretty damn insane, even by the standards of the past few weeks. He was supposed to go to his workplace, which he had done; meet up with a guy named after an Egyptian god who was a solid foot taller than him and a fair bit wider, which he had not done; and ascend to the top using nothing but a wand that could shrink things and the sheer power of his "badass," which he had most certainly not done.

He briefly contemplated whether he was quite high enough for this, decided he wasn't, pulled out a small pipe with a pinch of marijuana already in it... and stopped.

Wait... oh hell yes! he thought triumphantly as he took the green, sticky substance in hand, set it on a flat surface, and took his wand out. A simple wave of the wand turned what was initially a tiny pinch into a rather large mound of weed, which he promptly tore a little piece off of and put it in his pipe. A flick of a lighter burned it away, and he took a deep drag from it, letting the devil's cabbage take hold over him.

"I'm gonna love this power," he muttered to himself as he took a baggie out and stuffed pieces of the mound into it. "Shit's gonna make me some money, oh hell yeah."

While he was engrossed in his drug use, a blue skinned creature crept up behind him. Melvin turned around and was promptly mounted by the four-fingered thing, which looked like a mix between a Jamaican and one of the creatures from that one movie everyone liked: before he could even react, it spat a large blob of liquid onto him.

Melvin blinked again.

"What the fuck was that?" he asked the thing, not really comprehending what was happening. Both Melvin and the creature were locked in a state of perpetual awkwardness.

Out of the corner of his eye, Melvin saw a very large man with greying hair and muscles that resembled a bodybuilder's approach.

"Melvin?" the man muttered. The creature turned around, and was quickly stopped by the large man grabbing hold of its upper and lower jaw with both hands and ripping its head in half, spraying blood all over both of them.

"...Anubis?" Melvin answered, stunned. They really weren't kidding about him being badass.

"Looks like we've met properly. Let's go," Anubis told him. "By the way, free hat?" he asked, smiling and holding up the top half of the Savage Spitter's head.

"No, thank you," Melvin answered.

This was intensely awkward.
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CondorTalon

((Zoey Shepland Start))

Bang.

Another alien found itself with a bullet in its forehead, courtesy of Zoey's new pistol. A Bersa Thunder 9. She had spent the first few minutes of her stay here just testing the gun out. It was no sniper rifle, but in a situation like this, it served its purpose well. She wasn't worried about wasting ammo, either. It was, after all, everywhere. She reached into a filing cabinet in one of the cubicles. Yep, another magazine was stuffed between the folders of paperwork.

The aliens were nothing, to say the least (or, maybe the most). Sure, those spitting guys or the spike things could be dangerous if you weren't careful, but in this situation no one would waltzing around unprepared.

She sat in the cubicle, taking a break and collecting her thoughts. First order of business. Find her partner. Some guy named Matthew Lefevre. He had an average looking face, but Zoey was good at remembering faces; her job would be hell if she didn't.

A small creature with scuba-like gear ran towards her. She quickly dismissed it with a kick.

Anyway, if she was going to find this guy, she couldn't just sit here looking stupid. She got up and exited the cubicle, looking around. Hopefully the guy didn't move around to much, and she could easily find him before anything fucked up happened to him. She walked down the hallway, careful of any alien buggers she might stumble upon.
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Sean

"So, are we going to get a move on with this shit or no?" Anubis growled. Melvin gulped.

"Um, sure, I guess..." Anubis had taken the liberty of sticking the lower jaw of that "savage spitter" on the top of his head. It was unnerving as hell, and Melvin instantly regretted everything he had done in the past few years that had led to this.

As they wandered around the first floor, more creatures came out. The majority glanced at Anubis and ran like hell, prompting him to pull his handgun out and shoot them in their backs. A few, mostly the ones wearing crash helmets, attempted to speed by and kill them both, presumably out of some perverted bravado; Anubis got creative with them. One went down to a kick in the jaw that knocked its head off of its shoulders, another got a boot through the chest, and yet another still was torn in half lengthwise.

Anubis glanced at Melvin.

"So, Worthless. What power did you get, aside from the power of being a useless prick?" he asked. Melvin did a double-take. Anubis was batshit insane, but he hadn't shown any sign of dislike for Melvin until now. Melvin smiled.

"Hold up your gun and I'll show you."

The gun came up, and Melvin enlarged it by a fairly huge amount. Anubis aimed it at a cubicle wall and fired; the bullet, having been enlarged to the size of a baseball, smashed through several rows of cubicles, destroying valuable computer equipment as it went and knocking the badass on his ass with the recoil.

Anubis grinned.

"Looks like you're not that useless after all, kid," he said approvingly.
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Shmee

(Team 11: Veronique Dubois/Jim Connors start)


Veronique came to on the floor. Looking around, she recognized the first floor of Saxon Tower. 'Peon level, for losers who can't play the game. But what am I doing down here on the floor...' She stood up cautiously, taking an account of her body and appearance. Strangely enough, she kept getting whiffs of Play-doh. Suddenly she heard a voice, only encouraging her worry over her mental health. The voice in her head told her about their new alien overlords and their plan to use them as global entertainment. It then went on to inform her of her new power, Play-doh, and that she had a partner named Jim Connors.

'Well, either I've finally lost it or...there is no or. I just have to roll with the punches this time, just like every other time. At least I still look normal,' she thought smoothing down her skirt and feeling ridiculously grateful that she chose to wear flats today instead of her new Jeffrey Campbells. 'If only I still had my purse, but it's probably still upstairs sitting in my desk drawer. Merde...'

Veronique checked her pockets to see what she had on her...a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, two pens, and a pocket pack of tissue. The room she was in had extra office supplies, including some of the less everyday-useful things. And there it was, on a low shelf: the staple gun. 'At least it's something. Better than Play-doh powers...'

With that, she turned and walked out the door in the hopes of finding the one person she needed more than a rich husband: Jim Connors.




Jim stood up and looked around him, back to the wall and gun in hand. He had found himself in this boring-as-hell, soul-sucking office building out of the blue and then some voice in his head told him he had to fight his way to the top. Well, he was used to fighting for survival; being a SEAL meant you fought and you fought hard. Hearing no sounds in his immediate vicinity, he stood up from his stance and loosened his grip on the pistol.

He needed to find some girl named Veronique Dubois. 'Great, just what I've always wanted, another person to get in the way. And even worse, it's some stupid desk girl...perrrrrfect.' He looked quickly around the room he was in, taking in the details at a glance, noticing the shadows running past the pulled shades on the window. Walking over, he peeked through the blinds. Chaos, utter chaos with office flunkies running for their lives, unsuccessfully, from each other, from other people who had physical training, from monsters. He thought he'd been in hell before, the Middle East being a burning inferno of hatred and death, but this...

Jim took one more glance around the room before heading quickly for the door, determination written in every line on his face. Throwing open the door, he stepped out, watching as what had to be a Spiner came running at him. 'And here we go...'
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CondorTalon

Zoey had just reached the end of the hallway when she heard a loud bang.

JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? It had sounded like a gunshot, but Zoey had never heard a bang that loud in all her years on the job. Did someone get a shotgun or something? What an unfair advantage. The noise had come from close by, so she quietly peeked around the corner to see just what the fuck the fuck was going on. She saw two guys, one of them was holding thaaaaat's a big gun...

She quickly hid her head behind the corner again. How did it even get that big? She knew there was no way in hell she would survive against something like that, and would they be willing to team up with her?

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Not likely.

She quietly snuck away in the direction she just came from, looking for her partner again. As she turned the corner she could see another girl down the hallway. Did she have a weapon too? She didn't see one. Should she approach this person?

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...

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Better chances.

"Hey!" She called out. "You lost or something?"
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