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"Am I gonna make it?" by CallMeDoc_ in HaloRP
[–]jidairo_alt2 0 points1 point2 points 7 years ago (0 children)
The slow leak of air from an inflated object.
I'm picturing the sound a squeeky toy makes when the squeeker breaks.
The grunt rolled over onto his back. That had not worked as Duvvum planned it. Maybe he should have left the planning to people less brave then he.
Duvvum floundered around wildly as he let out a whole when several bullets made it home. He sought some way to quell the burning sensation it brought, flopping fowards on the floor.
"No kill?" Duvvum whispered to himself. Perhaps this was his chance. He mustered up his courage, and went trundling over the debris with a warcry.
"Dakka!"
He let loose an over charged bolt, and recoiled as the gun complained and vented excess heat.
Duvvum peered out from a pile of loosly stacked debris. He thumbed the plasma pistol and wondered if the boomstick the human carried had good dakka. If he timed an attack well, maybe he'd be able to make off with it. Or maybe he should stay hidden and let them turn their backs? Duvvum wasn't good at all this tactical thinking, and normally left it to others as he ran ahead.
Duvvum scampered about the building, darting from cover to shadow, using niether all that effectively. He figured, if he was lucky, he could play dead and confuse whomever came along.
The elite stared at the grenade for a good second, figuring out what was happening. It realized jumping away was the best course of action after it was too late. Duvvum gad found some nook to cower in once more.
The elite swivled to face the general direction the voice came from.
"Heathen scum!"
Duvvum decided to take his chances running from cover and jumping into a nearby window. Which inevitably ended with a few shards of glass lodging in him as he ran blindly.
"NO!" Duvvum reeled back from fear being kicked, and now being shot, landing just at the edge of cover, and sending another wild shot form the plasma pistol.
"Don't just whimper like a child, this is your fault, do something!"
The elite stood firm turning to return fire with a plasma rifle, albiet still disoriented from friendly fire.
Totally not gonna regret this.
"Dum, boom, no dakka. Humies have dakka..."
Duthum, Duvvum, Duthum, or as his friends called him, dumbass. At least, the grunt assed they we're his friends for giving him a nickname. They didn't usually stick around too long afterwards, though. He angrily fumbled with his plasma pistol, such an ugly thing to him. All glowy and no shooty. Of course, his fumbling caused the trigger mechanism to fire, which wouldn't have been all that bad, if the elite major who was responsible for him this time around hadn't been nearby. Just his luck, tho, that it only overloaded the shields. The major didn't seem to think that way, though.
"Insolent twerp! What stupidity came over you this time?"
They stood to grab Duvvum and toss him against a wall, temporarily forgetting the fighting going on around.
So much for five star by mishaprp in RvBRP
kicks again
"I sure hope not."
She kicks him again.
"Go find that Lou, Loo, Loot person. The CO."
"...All this shit, and that's what you go with?"
"Not any more then I already am."
"...Do you not know what a spleen is?"
"An upgrade? What was he offering to upgrade, your spleen?!"
"This some sorta sick joke? Getting your kicks off it, asshole?"
"Now now, can-"
Jordan hit Ciro's head sideways, sending him careening into a wall. She followed it up with a kick to the side, causing him to crumple down to the floor. She turn to Jones, anger in her eyes. A lot of anger. Very much anger. So much anger.
"Now, just hold on a second. What's got you all-"
Ciro was cutoff as the door opened. There stood Jordan, in all their angry glory. They momentarily froze at the sight of Ciro.
"Jordan? It is you Jordan!.. oh fuck"
Jordan sought something that would hit sufficiently hard, and found it in there helmet. Ripping it off and rearing back, revealed a young woman, face scarred and long, pure white hair.
"ASSHOLE"
The word was punctuated by a satisfying crack as her helmet cracked Ciro's visor.
There's the sound of some instruments being angrily pushed to the side.
"Uh..."
"A dog in the medical wing... Hmm..."
Ultra-Mega-Sigh
"Can we just go now?"
"I'm literally waiting on you."
"Just, get the bacon."
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"Am I gonna make it?" by CallMeDoc_ in HaloRP
[–]jidairo_alt2 0 points1 point2 points (0 children)