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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/1/2017 2:39:59 PM
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"That would be the ballroom." Marker said, zooming out and pointing at the Grand room where Cylus had gotten the map. He hadn't realized it earlier, but the ballroom itself took up two floors, the roof of the room actually right below the throne room, separated by three feet of concrete mixed with wood and steel
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"Is there an armory anywhere? I can do wonders with some termite and charges."
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"Well you could always check the storeroom and dungeon area in the basement." Marker said, pointing to the kitchen that contained a set of stairs leading downwards, presumably into the cellar
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"I see." Cylus says. He rolls up the map and places it back in his pocket. I better get going." He opens the door and listens peeks his head out, looking both ways.
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The hallway is empty, but there are sounds of movement from upstairs
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Cylus creeps down the hallway, following the map to the kitchen. Once he reached the door, he drew his knives and slowly opened it.
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The kitchen, surprisingly, was modernized. Sinks, refrigerators, ovens and the likes ran across the right hand wall, with a large marble counter top in the middle of the room. In the middle of the left hand wall was the door leading down
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Cylus searches the kitchen for anything useful. He begins opening the cabinets and rummages for anything such as wires or lighters. Anything that could burn really.
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There wasn't much, some paper towels, a few dish rags, and then. He found a bottle of Scotch in the fridge. That didn't belong there....
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Cylus grabs the rags, cloth, and Scotch. He picks it up and checks the date. "Ah, a shame I'll have to waste it." he says. He then turns to the door to the cellar. He descends
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The stair is cold and damp, leading downwards in a very narrow and suprisingly steep passage
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[i]Cylus continues down the passage way[/i]
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It leads downwards and downwards, after what seems like a good few minutes, the ground evened out into a dark hallway, with the only illumination coming from the cracks of a door at the end of the hallway
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Cylus runs to the doorway, soft echoes moving throughout the chamber. He slows as he nears it, cautious of the room's inhabitants. He silently opens the door just enough to peak inside.
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The inside is a well lit cellar, racks of wine run through the room in the middle of it, and against the walls are tables with weapons, explosives and the likes
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Cylus widens the door and smiles beneath his visor. "Ooh baby this is gonna be [i]fun![/i]" he exclaims, rubbing his hands together in excitement. He trots over to the first table and restocked his ammunition supplies, also picking up a silencer for each of his pistols. When he was done there, he walked to the adjacent table stocked with explosives. He grabs as much as he can carry on his belt and his back, thermite, explosive putty, charges, everything he thought could make the ballroom ceiling go boom. Some were easily identifiable, but some weren't like anything Cylus was used to seeing. "Uh, Marker? I think you'll need to show me how some of these work. I don't exactly want to blow myself up you know." he says.
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"Yeah. Sure." Marker said as he trotted through the doorway that led into the kitchen. "Satchel charges are pretty self explanatory. They stick to surfaces and are usually remotely detonated." Marker said, picking up one of the charges
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"Thanks," Cylus says, picking them up. He turns and walks towards the cellar door but as he does, he stops for a moment. Looking at the racks of wine, he snatches one up and takes it with him. "Ah, might as well." He chuckles as he slips it into his pack. He hurries up the stairs into the kitchen and then pauses at the door, listening for any noise. He opened his map and found the fastest route back to the ballroom. He needed to get there as fast as possible.
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"You know you can't drink that right? Just a simulation. Like your armour, guns and these enemies." Marker said, following Cylus upstairs The fastest route was through the main dining hall, which was connected to the kitchen through a set of double doors
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"Ah man" Cylus complains. "Well if I'm gonna get to the ballroom, I'll need a distraction." He pauses in the hall, pulling out the two bottles of scotch and wine, along with the shotgun he picked up and a couple cloth rags. He empties two shotgun shells into the bottle of scotch and adds a small fuse that he got from the armory. He enters the dining hall and begins shaking the bottle. As he runs through the dining hall, Cylus begins to feel the it heating up. He increased his pace and threw the bottle of scotch at a table. As it bursted, fire spread across the floor and engulfed anything surrounding it within seconds. Cylus continued on his path to the ballroom, ready to complete his mission.
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The door to the kitchen burst open, hitting Cylus square in the chest and sending him stumbling back into a dining table The table tipped over and crashed to the ground, with Cylus just barely catching his ballance Two IMC operatives raided their weapons, about to fire
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Edited by BondyMilk: 5/3/2017 1:58:34 AM"$#!*" Cylus yells as he crashes onto the floor. He knows if he doesn't act fast, he'll get "killed" or trapped in the quickly burning room. [i]Cylus looks at the operatives and focuses. His senses begin to overcome him, seemingly slowing down time around him. What he called impulse, the skill he demonstrated on the bridge, was coming back to him.[/i] Cylus pulls out one of his handguns as the first operative fires. He hip fires a shot and the two bullets collide, converging in midair before falling to the ground. He then proceeds to empty his magazine into the first operative. [i]*Click.*[/i] He was out of ammo. Before he could react, the second operative had begun firing. Just in time, Cylus rolls out of the way, feeling the bullet graze his suit and Impulse's effect draining. He instantly dives for cover behind another table, saving him from the frenzy of bullets.
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The Operative ducked backwards, taking cover at the doorframe and blind firing into the room. Cylus' position was quickly covered in smoke as the fire Spread quickly, even burning at his heels.
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Edited by BondyMilk: 5/3/2017 2:13:04 AMThe fire was growing larger and soon it would be too late. Cylus knows the only way to get out in one piece could be to disappear, meaning he had to use the smoke to his advantage. He crawled backwards closer to the blaze, seemingly vanishing in the thick clouds. He made sure that he stayed low to the ground so that he could keep breathing and watched as the operative fired at his previous location. Once he got into position and the operative began reloading, Cylus grappled to one of the doors and flew towards him, smashing his knee into his stomach. As the operative doubled over in pain, Cylus brought him to his knees and knocked him out with a final blow to the back of the head. Cylus curses as he coughs from smoke inhalation, but he continues on to the ballroom. He had to get there fast before reinforcements arrived. "Sloppy. This is just one huge mess." he said
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[spoiler]Okay, just one thing. The operative is behind the doorframe, blindly firing So if Cylus were to grapple and knee the operative, Cylus would actually hit the door [/spoiler]
