EPIC SIDESTORY: LOVER'S DUEL CONTINUED

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

[Pain got a call from Viper fifty minutes ago telling him to show up for a fight or he'd kill Alek.]

[Forty minutes ago, Pain called his 'nephew' Ocelot for help and started a plan.]

[Twenty-five minutes ago, The Pain used Mantis to find the Sorrow and figured out the plan.]

[And now he's waiting for Sorrow to report back on the state of Viper's traps before he goes to confront him. He's going to rescue Alek, no matter what he has to do.]

[The Pain is here. The Pain is not happy.]

[The Pain is ready.]



((for actuallyhornets , donttripwire , old_gunslinger , a_sign_of_rain  and hall_patrol ))

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[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

...

[May as well try.]

Is there any way we can rescedule this to when there isn't a war going on? I'll come without your threats, don't worry.

[donttripwire.livejournal.com]

Sorry Pain, but I made a deal.

You'd better hurry.

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

[Oh, wrong answer. The Pain's eyes narrow as he growls into the radio, bloodlust making his heartbeat throb in his ears.]

Then prepare for a world of anguish, child. I'll see you in the halls.

[He switches off the radio, stuffs it in his pockets, and waves to his hornets. They move in unison again; the tripwires go off.]

[donttripwire.livejournal.com]

[He isn't prepared for the bombs set above the doorway to detonate so quickly, but once it clears he spies the hornets. Grabbing his gun and hoping the bombs were sufficient enough to distract them, he glances back at Alek before rushing out into the hall.]

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

[He sees Viper from across the hall and quickly moves to a defensive stance.]

Sorrow! Now!

[a-sign-of-rain.livejournal.com]

[Gee, where'd this river come from?]

You must be Viper.

[donttripwire.livejournal.com]

[!]

Who are you?!

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

[Pain, meanwhile, waves Ocelot forward.]

The river usually only takes a few seconds to a minute in real time. Go now! Remember, Natalia has Sunny!

[old-gunslinger.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't need the reminder, uncle.]

On it.

[dashes forward lololol down to the next thread.]

[a-sign-of-rain.livejournal.com]

I am the Sorrow. But I think you'll find little need for introductions, here...

[donttripwire.livejournal.com]

[He raises his gun, on edge and alert.]

I take it you're here to distract me?

Then get it over with!

[a-sign-of-rain.livejournal.com]

Ah, no. I'm just the messenger. [He'll refrain from any "shoot the messenger" quips, for now.]

The living may not hear them. Their voices may fall upon deaf ears. But make no mistake...

The dead are not silent.

[donttripwire.livejournal.com]

...

What is this supposed to be?

[a-sign-of-rain.livejournal.com]

[A river full of dead people.]

[donttripwire.livejournal.com]

[!]

[He shoots, but there is no effect. He holsters his gun and pulls out a knife, but only ends up getting his health bar drained injured. Eventually he works out that 'oh, hey, maybe the ghosts shouldn't be messed with' and tries to wade his way around them instead.]

[a-sign-of-rain.livejournal.com]

[One ghost, ankles tangled in trip wires, stumbles disconcertingly close to Viper, muttering something that sounds a bit like "It's a trap!"]

[donttripwire.livejournal.com]

Shit!

[He backtracks hastily before continuing, eyes wide open. Did that ghost just say something about a tarp?]

[a-sign-of-rain.livejournal.com]

[Your backtracking can't repel haunting of this magnitude! The dead draw closer, attempting a zombieish attempt at a pincer formation.]

[donttripwire.livejournal.com]

[There's a surprise in every kill! He knows when he's outnumbered, so instead he readies himself before pressing forward through the line as quickly as he can. If he can't outfight them, he'll have to outrun them.]

[a-sign-of-rain.livejournal.com]

[It's difficult to pick up speed with a waist-deep current, a riverbed of soft sand and slippery rocks, and dead people in your way.]

[donttripwire.livejournal.com]

[As hopeless as it seems, he tries to push through. He thinks he can see an out, but-!

The river picks up, something catches his leg and he falls, knocks his head on a rock. Something shifts in the water by his feet, like fine tendrils.]

[The menu screen pulls up and he selects the revival pill.]

...

[His eyes crack open, but he's lacking air. He shoots up, inhaling deeply, lying in the middle of the hall.]



Shit!

[a-sign-of-rain.livejournal.com]

[No Spirit camo for you.]