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| ZemTheManiac Forum Owner Level 129 Mad Scientist Quote | Reply | This message was updated on 5/19/2005 12:55:12 AM by ZemTheManiac | Shadowrun: Aillen Has Some Fun posted on: 7/15/2003 5:43:20 AM You're in the middle of the street, wandering. It's rainy, like it should be in Seattle at ten thirty at night. You were called out by some random Johnson. You're not sure why he called you. All you know is that he had a thick Irish accent. "He should be here by now. Where is he?" Phaeton impatiently monitored his retinal clock. A man, well, you think it's a man, you can't really tell. It's a dark elf, black fur and hair, dressed in all black. The elf is walking towards you. Phaeton simply asked, "You the J?" Aillen: "Aye. Sorry if you've been waiting long, boyo." Phaeton: "Alright. So what did you want with me?" Aillen: "Hm. Well, that's a good question." You can see a grin form on his dark face. His eyes are closed as he smiles. Let's see...Your mystery Johnson just showed up. You get a pretty weird feeling about him... Aillen: "So then. I'm the one who called you out here...Let's see if I can remember why." He smiles as he speaks to you. Phaeton muttered under his breath, "Creepy guy to hire me out..." Aillen: "Eh? What was that you said boyo?" He looks you in the face. He's gotta be at least 6'2". He blinks at you, then goes back to smiling. Phaeton: "Nothin'." Aillen: "Ah. Right then." You can tell he knows you're lying. He starts to pace about randomly, but it seems like he's walking in circles around you. Aillen: "Let's see....Oh, now I remember." He stops right in front of you, his trench coat swaying. He leans forward so that he's at eye level with you. "I was going to have you help me with something. A rather particular something that I doubt anyone else could do." Phaeton: "If you need something shot to pieces or need a good biker, you found the right man." The man smiles at you. Aillen: "I'm sure." Phaeton: "So...Let's cut to the chase. Why did you drag me out here?" Aillen: "I want you to help me with something," he replies politely. "You see, I need someone to aid me in an extraction run..." Phaeton: "Eh. Alright. I can probably fit another person on my bike, which'll make it a LOT easier." Aillen: "Oh, no. No need for that. This building right here," he gestures to a building next to you two, "is where we need to be." The grin never leaves his face. Phaeton: "?" Aillen: "Follow me." He walks towards the door of the building. It's an old brick apartment complex. Probably abandoned for a few decades. Phaeton pauses for a moment, looks behind him, shoves his hand in his grey trenchcoat's pockets and follows the Night One to the building door. Aillen: "Don't let the door hit you on your way." He strides towards the staircase, still grinning. You begin to think he may be the Cheshire Cat with all that smiling. Aillen: "Careful about the stairs. They like to fall apart on people." Phaeton follows the Night One, testing the stairs by poking them with his foot as he follows. You hear the man chuckle ahead of you. "Sixth floor," he announces. He's been doing that for a while, announcing the floor levels. Phaeton: "...How far up do we need to go, anyway?" Aillen stops at the top of the eighth floor. "Here." Phaeton unslings his Ares Alpha from his back. "Do I need this yet?" Aillen: "Oh, no. Not yet." Phaeton slung it back over his shoulder again. "Aight, then." Aillen walks down the hallway of the floor, whistling what seems to be a Celtic song. "Here's the door to the room...." He cracks the door open and peeks in, in almost a childish manner. He turns back to you and grins. "Now, can you do something for me?" Phaeton: "Sure. What?" Aillen: "Go in there for me and check if you can find any explosives. I'm terrible with machinery." Phaeton: "...?" Aillen: "I doubt they'd go off; whoever set them up is probably expecting ME, so you'll be fine." Phaeton: "...Okaaay.... Should I get out my Alpha NOW?" Aillen: "If you would like." He shrugs at you, the grin still on his lips. Phaeton, in response, jammed a clip of APDS and a concussion grenade clip into his rifle, then opened the door enough to peek inside. "....Whoops." The elf shoves you in the room. "Oh, I'm SO sorry..." It's obvious he's being sarcastic. He's laughing as he says it. "By the way, I never did tell you my name..." He shuts the door, effectively locking you in the room. Phaeton: "Please do tell me. I'll need to know who to hunt down and maim later." "Sorry!" You can hear him beaming through the wood. "I can't exactly tell you that!" Phaeton then swung around and surveyed the area. You notice that the temperature in the room is slowly rising, like someone turned the heater on. Phaeton: "...Ah, crap. Do I have a limited time in here?" Aillen: "Hm...." You only hear laughter from the outside. "...I'll take that as a yes for good measure..." Phaeton then looked to see what was physically in the room. Not much. Looks like a standard, empty apartment room. Bare floors, nothing on the walls, there's a bathroom... Phaeton, you should realize that the temperature is steadily rising...just a bit. Phaeton used his Smartlink to change to Alpha's setting to burst-fire, then moved up to the bathroom door and slowly nudged it open... There's a young boy seated in the empty bathtub. He's dressed in relatively ratty clothes. He's an elf. The boy looks like he could be about four or five. Phaeton: "...Kid?" He looks up at you. He's frightened. Phaeton: "Kid. Stay calm. Can you see a bomb in there?" Kid: "There's nothing here, sir..." He has a distinctly British accent. His eyes are a purplish colour, you notice. They're slitted, like a cat's. Looking back out at the main door, Phaeton shouted, "HEY!! WERE YA LOOKIN' FER A KID??!!" Aillen: "Hm? What child? No one lives here. This is an abandoned apartment complex. Are you alright in there?" You hear his sarcasm. Do you believe his words? Phaeton: "I've learned to trust my weaponry and machines more than any living creature in this drekhole of a planet." The child looks at you. Phaeton: "What's your name, kid?" Kid: "....I didn't live long enough to have one..." Phaeton: "...Waitaminnit..." That's about when you notice...THE KID'S TRANSLUCENT! Phaeton peeped his head back at the door to the apartment, "You were right... nothing LIVES here..." Phaeton: "...Are you a spirit, kid?" The boy looks at you oddly. Phaeton: "...Well?" He shakes his head. Phaeton: "...This is gettin' weirder by the minute... Kid, why is the temperature goin' up in here?" He blinks at you. "What?" Phaeton: "It's getting oddly warm in here. You're semi-transparent. And some Euro-sounding guy wants me to find explosives in here. That enough of a summary?" Phaeton: "...Correction---a Euro sounding dark elf." "There are no explosives in here, sir," the boy replies. "And he's not a dark elf, he's a Night Elf." Phaeton: "Eh. Technical. But what about the room temperature? And do you know the creep?" He shrugs. "I'm not alive. I can't feel any change." Phaeton: "You're not alive but you're not a spirit. What then?" "....You would think I would, wouldn't you?" The boy looks at you, his head cocked to the side. The Night Elf places a hand on your shoulder. In a low whisper he asks, "Have you ever heard of an illusion, boyo?" The child becomes nothing but a skeleton. The bones turn to dust. Phaeton: "...WHAT THE HELL??!!" Phaeton: "HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE??!!" He smiles at you. Phaeton: "AND EXPLAIN THE FREAKY KID!!" You feel the temperature rise greatly. You realize there's a fireball levitating above his other hand. Phaeton then quickly brings up his rifle and shoots at the Night Elf's wrist. "Whoops." You miss. "Dammit!!" Phaeton then sets the rifle to full-auto and fires about fifteen continuous shots at the elf. They. All. Miss. Aillen: "Peek-a-boo." The spell hits you straight in the chest. Phaeton: "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHD DAMN!!!" It's not very powerful, but it hurts. Phaeton: "Alright, motherfraggin' psycho... TALK!!" He smiles at you, holding a sword in his hand. Phaeton: "What the hell did you need me for, anyway?!" Aillen: "Oh, I was bored, you see." Phaeton then slung his rifle and drew his twin Predator IIIs from under his coat. "And why does the kid look like the cat chick I ran with last week?!" Phaeton: "...Correction---why DID the kid look that way?!" His smile broadens. "Oh, so you NOTICED that they look alike! I was wondering if you would." Phaeton: "You are going to explain things or you'll have buckshot implanted in your gut. Now talk." Aillen: "Will I?" He just smiles at you. "I don't think you could hurt me." Phaeton: "Wanna bet?" He continues smiling, his eyes closed. He still holds the vibrosword in his right hand. Phaeton: "You have got a LOT of questions to answer before someone leaves here." Aillen: "Oh, I don't believe I will...The question is, will you be able to ask them?" A fire spell strikes you once again. Your current condition: In a whole hell of a lot of pain. Phaeton: "OOFA!! GOD DAMMIT!!" Aillen: "No. I don't think he will." The smile never leaves the elf's face...even as he thrusts the sword through your left shoulder. It's a vibrosword. The blade is vibrating. That hurts. A lot. "AGH!! FRAG!!" Phaeton then holsters his right-hand pistol and draws out a considerably larger one. A FN-AAL Gyrojet pistol. He then fires a miniature rocket straight at the Night Elf's face. "Oh my, your aim's terrible." You miss horribly. He's about three feet from where he had been. To the left. Phaeton used his Smartlink to hands-free eject the current dumbfire clip in his gyrojet and rammed in a fresh seeker clip. He then scanned for the Night One in IR mode, locked, and fired. Again, you miss. Phaeton: "Stupid little---!!" Aillen: "Little?" He tears the blade out your shoulder none too gently. He's standing in front of you now, a foot pinning your gun hand down on the floor. He's still all grins. Phaeton: "EERMF!! How the??!" Aillen: "Nighty night. Hope you had a pleasant life!" He continues to smile at you. A fireball comes straight towards your face. "GAAAAAAH!!" Phaeton jerked his head to the right as hard as he possibly could, praying to GOD he's live. The fireball scorches the side of your face. The room catches ablaze. "Oh, well." The tall night elf shrugs and walks towards the door. He shuts it behind him, trapping you in the burning room. Phaeton: "Geh...Geh...YOU'LL DIE LATER, BITCH!! I SWEAR!!" "We all die sometime," he replies politely. "Your time just happens to be now, and mine isn't. Phaeton then staggers up, holsters his handguns and unslings his rifle. He ejects the concussion grenade clip and pops in a high-explosive magazine... He then fired a grenade at the door and hid himself behind the bathroom door. Thunk. The mini-grenade gets caught in something. Do you look to see why there was no explosion? (Sure. I'll look.) The mini-grenade is caught in some sort of gel-like barrier. It won't go off. The flames are closing in around you. "Ah, goddamn..." Phaeton then, peeking out from around the door, takes a few moments to focus and aim at the embedded grenade. "Hope this works..." He then fires. Nothing. Nothing accomplished. It just gets stuck,too. Phaeton then fires a pair of bursts at the thing, and then gets out his SPAS-22 and fires a burst of shot-rounds. at the door, hoping it'll knock it down. Nil. Phaeton: "DAMN!!" The flames are all around you, now. They block your path. There's no escape. Can I at least make it into the bathroom? The flames are surrounding you completely. "Here goes absolutely goddamned frelling nothing." Phaeton then ran like a berserk madman through the flames, pain editor active, and did a flying shoulder tackle at the door. Nothing. What are you doing now? Keeping my feet stomping up and down and trying to boot down the door. It isn't working. The flames engulf you. Do you do anything? "AAAAH!!" You pass out from the heat. Much later, you wake up. Phaeton: "..." You're in an old building. Looks like it was caught in a fire at one point. Your wounds are still there, though. Phaeton: "...Ow..." Can I at least get up? Although, it seems like some of the worst are gone. You'll live. Although you might not have had you not been healed. You see a shadow watching you. It disappears. Were you dreaming or was it real? Phaeton walks over to the bathroom door and peeps in one last time, just out of curiousity. Nothing there. Phaeton then walks over and inspects the door to the main room. It's cracked open ...Was looking for anything unusual... Nothing. It's just a normal door. ...Any gel or bullet holes in or on it? None. It's just. A normal. Door. "..." Phaeton then slowly exits the room and makes a visual sweep down each end of the corridor. Burnt out hallway. It looks as though the whole place was torched. About twenty years ago. Phaeton then heads at a slow walking pace down the hallway in the direction he remembers coming. It's just a burnt out hallway. Not much to look at. But it's the same. Phaeton then heads for the stairwell from "earlier." Same stairwell. The steps are falling apart. Phaeton then carefully sets his right toes on the first step, making sure he won't fall if something breaks. It cracks, but it seems like it can support your weight. Phaeton then pretty much does the same down the rest of the stairwell, or until he reaches one that breaks. No. You tumble down the staircase. It broke. Phaeton: "OW!! OW!! OW-HOW-HOW!!" How far do I go down? And do I make it alive? You're fine. You go all the way down. Phaeton: "Ow...Well, that wasn't the kind of roller coaster I like..." Phaeton then heads back out onto the street. The end. (Yay.) |