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Post by Tabby on Jul 15, 2006 21:46:45 GMT -5
Tabby had jumped out of the way seconds before the blast; that one was a little too close for comfort. Standing up straight again, Tabby decided to go with plan B.
Scott hadn't really moved since she'd left him, so she knew exactly where her target was. Creating a softball sized bomb, Tabby wound up as if she was going to pitch, then let go, sending it directly toward Scott.
As the bomb left her hand, Tabby quickly changed direction and moved to a different part of the kitchen.
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Post by Cyclops on Jul 16, 2006 11:54:45 GMT -5
Scott considered himself lucky that Tabby's bombs glowed in the dark. As soon as he noticed her making one he ducked and began to crawl to relative safety...you just never knew when she was going to let off a small one or take her time and create something with a bit more oomf. When he noticed the softball sized one lobbed in the spot where he'd been moments before he considered himself lucky, and then duck and covered, feeling small rubble blast his way. This whole thing was like a game of cat and mouse...Tabby seemed to be able to maneuver herself around the kitchen as well as he could without any light, which didn't give him an advantage at all.
Leaning against the island in the kitchen...hoping Tabby wouldn't realize where he'd gone for the moment...he began a plan. The one that came to him wasn't perhaps the most intelligent one he'd come up with, in fact if it didn't work out right it was suicidal, but it was the only plan he had. So, quietly, so as not to make a sound he began to make his way across the kitchen to the instrument of his plan...the gas stove.
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Post by Tabby on Jul 16, 2006 14:32:12 GMT -5
Tabby saw Scott duck moments before the bomb exploded, but after that she lost track of him. Squinting through the darkness, she tried to make out the silhouette of a body, but she couldn't...which could only mean one thing; he was on the floor.
Trailing a hand lightly along the wall as she made her way around the room toward the fridge, Tabby accidentally kicked a small piece of rubble from the previous explosion. Stopping in her tracks, she quickly fell to the floor and crawled over to the island as well.
"Tired yet, Scotty?" Tabby asked through the silence, making her way around the island. She peeked around the side, but there was nobody there.
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Post by Cyclops on Jul 16, 2006 20:24:02 GMT -5
Scott stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of skittering rubble, trying to figure out just how far behind him she was...the sound of her voice made him realize she was hot on his heels, and he'd probably just missed her. Deciding waiting would only cause him grief he ignored his aching torso and quietly continued to the stove. He stayed low to the ground, and then raised himself up to glance at the dials, which he could barely make out. Turning all of the knobs to open the gas valves...but not start the pilot light, he ignored the minor clicking it made. Job done he began his slow crawl to the door, where he'd wait before taunting Tabitha into throwing a bomb...which would hopefully cause an explosion...at the very least a fireball.
((It's been a long time since the pilot light in my stove worked, so if that's not how stoves work...cut me a little slack please because I can't remember anymore?))
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Post by Tabby on Jul 16, 2006 20:45:46 GMT -5
He didn't answer her, but she had a feeling he was close. Listening for any sound of movement, she crawled around the side of the island and stood up, keeping to the counters and the wall.
"What? Don't have anything to say to me?" Tabby asked; she froze suddenly though, hearing a faint clicking sound. Unsure of what it was, she squinted through the darkness once more, trying to make out a moving form.
((OOC: Pft. Like I know anything. Haha.))
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Post by Cyclops on Jul 16, 2006 20:55:39 GMT -5
Scott maintained his silence as Tabitha talked...if she didn't know where he was he wasn't going to tell her...though hearing her voice he knew he'd have to take an alternate route to the door...and started to take another lap around the island, moving quietly, he could just make out some movement right ahead of him...Tabby, so he stopped, trying to wait her out, though if he waited too long he'd be running to the door.
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Post by Tabby on Jul 16, 2006 21:12:59 GMT -5
Tabby heard some movement finally and her eyes traveled to the floor again. She couldn't exactly make anything out; if he was there, he'd most likely stopped moving. Sighing in annoyance, Tabby slid along the wall toward the door, figuring he was trying to escape if nothing else.
"So you wanna play, is that it?" Tabby asked, creating a single bomb, just a small one. She tossed it up in the air a few times, giving off her location, then tossed it in the direction of the stove, still not having any clue that he'd turned it on.
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Post by Cyclops on Jul 16, 2006 21:18:11 GMT -5
Scott saw the bouncing glowing bomb...time was something he didn't have at the moment, apparently. He saw her toss it and decided it time to run. He made a mad dash for the door, bumping into Tabby as he ran, slowing him for a moment but he didn't stop running. He slammed the door behind him and ducked for cover, only just realizing he still had the asprin bottle in his hands as he waited for the explosion.
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Post by Tabby on Jul 16, 2006 21:29:37 GMT -5
Tabby was shoved aside as Scott ran past her. But before she even had time to blink, the bomb she'd tossed made a rather large explosion as it made contact with the stove. Thrown backward into the wall from the power of the blast, Tabby was immediately knocked unconscious; not to mention her clothes were a little singed and she didn't exactly look that good...
This wouldn't have been that bad of a thing, had it not been for the fact that the explosion had created a small fire. So, she was pretty much destined to die from smoke inhalation before being burned to a crisp. What a way to go.
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Post by Cyclops on Jul 16, 2006 21:38:07 GMT -5
Scott flinched at the sound of the explosion. He waited a moment before deciding it was safe to get up, though it hurt like hell. He glanced down at his singed hand...that was going to be hard to explain away. Scott looked at his other hand, which held the bottle of aspirin...at least they weren't destroyed, though he didn't have any water. He shrugged, knowing some people swallowed pills without water...or far less in proportion to the amount of pills stuffed in their mouth. Opening the bottle was a bit of a chore with the singed hand but he smiled in satisfaction when it opened.
He wasn't entirely sure the pills were real...considering everything else was a simulation anyways, but some people would say it was the thought that counted, like a hypocondriac with sugar pills. "Bottoms up," he said before popping two pills and swallowing, coughing as one stuck in his throat, but a bit more coughing and spit and he had it down.
((somebody can totally sneak up on me while I'm coughing...and I'm moving this to the new site, cuz we'd like to get everything over there by Tuesday.))
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