Murder Ultimate: +New

The Doctor managed to stand despite bleedng from the glass shard that was still in his shoulder. He saw the Mayan climbing up onto Bus 1. The others were in danger! But he couldn't get over there because he was on a seperate bus. He was trying to decide. He ran to a window and tried to aim at the Mayan from his position but sighed when he couldn't. He decided to work on orotectjng the others on this bus

Jack looked around. He was still on the bus. He heard gunfire and heavy weopons going off. His arm was broken. He checked it on his pipboy. Simple fracture. He groaned. "Doctor..." he yelled. He grabbed his 12mm pistol. He started stubbling out of the buss. It looked.like a war was going on...and leon was dead. Shit. "Doctor! Thorin! Takeo! Enybody!" Jack yelled.

Whoever had decided handing the wheel to a 3-foot tall daredevil was incredibly stupid. Tristana didn't look back upon the destruction of Vegas, and kept her eyes on the road, having to sit up completely straight to even see past the huge wheel. Not to mention her stubby little legs could barely even push the pedals all the way down. On their way away from the hotel, Tristana broke the driver's seat window open with Boomer's rear end, and flipped Carly and her friends the bird, speeding off into the night.  

20 miles

Tristana was still on high alert at the wheel, watching the early sunrise peek it's head out upon the horizon. The sight gave the yordle a soft smile. Even in this crazy situation, the beauty of nature still shone through the chaos. As she sped past the welcome sign, her smile only grew, Tristana laughing and cheering. "We're almost there people! Just a little while lo- she was interrupted by the unexpected speed bump, bouncing the girl out of her seat for a split-second. The quick jolt gave her a bit of an adrenaline rush, the yordle still laughing, even over the sound of screaming. "Woo! Haha!" she cheered.

Her cheering was short-lived, as her keen senses swiftly noticed the grenade soaring right on past their bus. Her heart sank, as she noticed biker jump out from the hills, shouting to everyone else in bus. "GRENADE! BRACE FOR IMPACT!" Tristana ducked her head, feeling the explosion shake her from behind, quickly looking up at the rearview mirror to see a part of bus 2 get blown apart. Strangely enough, the sight gave Tristana a jolt of joy. "Hah! These road-warriors think they can take us? We'll show 'em!" with further cheer, she continued on down the road, managing to barrel on through a couple of their bikes before another explosion rocked their bus, slowing them down quite a bit. With a grunt, she called out to her squad. "We're losin' steam, guys! Get ready for a fight!" she shouted over the sound of the back of the bus screeching against the asphalt, the metal hull bent out of shape in such a way that it was dragging them down.

@Bus 1

Adrenaline pumping through his blood, he heard but didn't feel. To the back of the bus, he got on a seat and sat on his knees. Charles shakily aimed at the 56 year old and inhaled before taking the shot. Where ever it'd go, it would go at least somewhere on his body. He fired twice more before backing from the seat and looking around. He decided to continue firing at.. Well whatever he could fire at that posed a threat to him and the rest of his bus mates. He could feel his heart throbbing in his chest as he tried to protect what he could.

The hapless cultist flew directly into another bike with a CRUNCH, grabbing the nose on her now smashed up face and giving it a good yank outwards, giving her visage the right shape again and leaving her just with cuts, bruises and a bloody nose. She sat on the bike and fiddled with the buttons and switches until the key started the chopper to life. Her hands gripped the handlebars and did a little twist, not realizing at first she had just floored the acceleration. The chopper roared to life and rocketed forwards for 10-15 yards before Cultist could figure out how to control the damn thing, at which point she proceeded to follow the battered school bus.

She watched the two bikers close in on the bus, and sped up to ride right next to the older one with the gun.
"Hay hyoo!" She grinned wide, and then gave the back of his bike (the foot boards by the rear wheel) a rough kick, causing the bike to fishtail and lose control.

Before Nick could even begin to think, the sound of gunshots and ripping metal was suddenly all around him. Nick instinctively ducked, letting bullets whiz all around him. The tearing of metal was loud and grinding against his ears. Then suddenly everything was windy. Peeking his head over, Nick saw the back door literally torn open, revealing the oncoming biker gang right behind him.

Son of a...

Well, they had been warned that Charming California was a misleading name. Perhaps this gang was why.

Well, no matter. Nick wasn't one to go down without a fight. Nick edged his way to the back, taking it one seat at a time to prevent himself from flying out of the moving bus. When he was in a position to do some collateral towards the new threat, Nick shouted "Karatei!", creating a ball of electricity in his hand. He tossed it at the nearest biker. If he hit, the bike would be essentially EMPed, short circuiting the bike in a matter of a second. At high speeds, he didn't know what that would do to the biker, but perhaps they were as crossed as the actual Crossed themselves.

Then Nick saw a hand...one of the bikers was climbing the bus. "We got company!" he called.

@Bus 1

(I know this isn't my place, but for anyone who missed it, as I did, and so did a few of you, don't lie.)

Bus #1 (Aki's Bus): Nick Gautier, Tristana (DRIVER), Punished Snake, IIlya Kurakyin, Thorin Oakenshield, Kyoko, Wei Shen, Charles Snippy, Ariel, the Little Mermaid, Jacket, Lightning, Vaelin Al Sorna, Viktor Reznov, Sieg, Cultist Chan, Mitsuko Souma, Heather Mason, Griffin.


Bus #2 (Aki and Leo's Bus): Leo Barnes (DRIVER), Jiro, Louise Belcher, Claptrap, Aurelius, Norman Bates, Zoey, Athena, Alexander Degtyarev, The Lone Wanderer, The 10th Doctor, Dracula, Takeo Masaki, Elena Michaels, Raven, Harry Dresden, Grace Ward, The Gatekeeper, Sunny Emmerich.

At the end of the bus, and no logic of thinking due to adrenaline clouding his mind he looked towards Nick and then to the end of the bus.

"G-D help me.."

Charles shook his head and hooked the rifle onto his back before wearily climbing onto the top of the bus, trying not to cut himself on the jagged metal. Successfully, but with a few tears, he climbed onto the bus.

"Hey, ya fuckin knob! Look over here. Ya wanna fuck with us?"

Charles shouted as he withdrew his handgun from the back of his pants and aimed,

"Come and fuckin get it!"

The Distraction wrote:

Her cheering was short-lived, as her keen senses swiftly noticed the grenade soaring right on past their bus. Her heart sank, as she noticed biker jump out from the hills, shouting to everyone else in bus. "GRENADE! BRACE FOR IMPACT!" Tristana ducked her head, feeling the explosion shake her from behind, quickly looking up at the rearvew mirror to see a part of bus 2 get blown apart. Strangely enough, the sight gave Tristana a jolt of joy. "Hah! These road-warriors think they can take us? We'll show 'em!" with further cheer, she continued on down the road, managing to barrel on through a couple of their bikes before another explosion rocked their bus, slowing them down quite a bit. With a grunt, she called out to her squad. "We're losin' steam, guys! Get ready for a fight!"

@Bus 1

(( Hi. <,< ))

Vrooom~ vroooom~


Four Mayans, their motors revving, flanked Tristiana's bus to the left and right, "I see yoooou mi amour~" Out of nowhere, they all drew out their firearms, 9mm Berettas, lucky for you, and began firing. Pop! Pop! Pop! Despite the fact they weren't fully-automatic firearms, the sheer sum of bullets charging at the yordle was incredibly dangerous. BOOM! What the fuck?! A bullet lodged itself within the bus' upper left tire, you'd still be able to drive, but damn, you BETTER be good...

Like, this good:

Aurelius had been at ease at some point, sitting himself on the bus next to Norman. He didn't want to be too far away from the kid. Heaven knows he didn't have a useful long range weapon. Well, all he had was a small gun, but his aim was pretty good. He would see where that would get him. He about dozed off as the buses zoomed off to a safer spot. He should have known not to relax. Bus #2 jerked and woke him from his doze. "What the--" he tried to say, the bus jolting again. Looking down and seeing the crazed man, he grimaced, willing himself not to panic. But it got out of control more as time went on. The jolt that ended the bus #2's journey nearly knocked him off his feet, slamming him into the seat pretty heavily, stunning him. Once the bus stopped, the dust barely settled as voices came through. He looked out the blown out windows, seeing The Mayans manning automatic weapons. This wasn't good at all. Aurelius got out his small gun, grimacing down at the small weapon. There was no way that this thing could do any damage, not with how far off his targets were. Unless he left the bus, that is. And it looked like suicide to do it.

The doctor looked around for Jack. "Jack!"he yelled. "Where are you?"he yelled.

(I fixed it)

Pulling the trigger, Charles shot into both of the biker's legs atop the bus. Well, hopefully they hit. Just in case, he shot once more. Attempting to hold himself onto the bus, he looked at the right and side of the bus.

"G-D... What am I doing?"

He had to think about it, but this only took a second. Adrenaline still holding his chest down, clouding his judgement, he aimed his handgun and began firing at the biker on the right side of the bus. Hopefully something hit.

"Fuckin die!"

Charles shouted once more, he just couldn't help himself but scream and yell like some sort of barbarian in the battlefield. He then aimed once again at the left biker, unloading the rest of his clip into the biker on the left side of the bus.


@bus #1

Romantically Apocalyptic wrote:Adrenaline pumping through his blood, he heard but didn't feel. To the back of the bus, he got on a seat and sat on his knees. Charles shakily aimed at the 56 year old and inhaled before taking the shot. Where ever it'd go, it would go at least somewhere on his body. He fired twice more before backing from the seat and looking around. He decided to continue firing at.. Well whatever he could fire at that posed a threat to him and the rest of his bus mates. He could feel his heart throbbing in his chest as he tried to protect what he could.

Pop!

Charles rifle blew straight into the 56 year old's cranium, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, tumbling over, "Uuuugh..." His motorcycle flipped, end over end, colliding into a nearby Mayan - he had enough time to grasp shortly before becoming jelly. Good work, kiddo, two down! But, don't get so excited just yet...


A Crossed Mayan successfully picked himself up, crawling up the bus, "Heh, heh, heh..." Oh God. Big mistake. Well, let this be a reminder to everyone to be wary of your surroundings - as your punishment, the Crossed unloaded his MP5 on the survivor crowd! Pop! A bullet lodged into Nick's shoulder, it bled profusely as another bullet... pop! Hit Charles' left asscheek! The other rounds found a new home in the bus' inner hull. Lucky you.

@Nick
@Charles

glmstr wrote:The hapless cultist flew directly into another bike with a CRUNCH, grabbing the nose on her now smashed up face and giving it a good yank outwards, giving her visage the right shape again and leaving her just with cuts, bruises and a bloody nose. She sat on the bike and fiddled with the buttons and switches until the key started the chopper to life. Her hands gripped the handlebars and did a little twist, not realizing at first she had just floored the acceleration. The chopper roared to life and rocketed forwards for 10-15 yards before Cultist could figure out how to control the damn thing, at which point she proceeded to follow the battered school bus.

She watched the two bikers close in on the bus, and sped up to ride right next to the older one with the gun.
"Hay hyoo!" She grinned wide, and then gave the back of his bike (the foot boards by the rear wheel) a rough kick, causing the bike to fishtail and lose control.

They're both dead, but that's okay!

A Mayan biker sped forward, licking his lips like an old Mexican perv, as... fwoom! He leapt from his Harley Davidson, hands outstretched like a bear hunting it's prey, and... latched onto Cultist's shoulder. She immediately felt pressure, as her assilant, a 300 pound, fat fucking Crossed, attempted to do... naughty things to poor 'ol Cult-y on her bike. ): "Mmm~" Oh God. Any more of this, and you're both going into the highway!

(sorry for the late start, everyone! But I'm here now, Harry's ready to throw down!)

Harry's head hit the window of the bus, jolting him out of the trance he had been in since falling off the stairs, getting off the plane. The effort of using a suppression spell to mask his magic's tendency to screw with electronics had thoroughly drained him, and he was really just following people around in a daze. Luckily, they had brought him through some nasty trouble unscathed. He took a moment to look around, and saw death, destruction and violence. People were running around, bikers were shooting at everyone, and here he was, sitting around like a lump. "Well, no time like the present to throw down..." he muttered to himself, and shook his shield bracelet clear of the sleeve of his enchanted leather duster.

Harry looked around inside the bus now, and saw people, with a man in a tweed suit standing guard and looking protective. "Hey, buddy! Harry shouted at the man. "What the fuck did I just wake up to? What's the gameplan to get out of here??

@Timelordtsuzuki924
@everyone

"My arms busted" jack said moaning. He looked at the little girl. I got weopons, and plenty of ammo." He stated. He tried to get up. He quickly sat down. His leg was broken

"Something bit me.."

Charles mumbled before shrugging it off, still really unable to feel jack shit. Sliding his last magazine for the handgun from his back pocket, he loaded and cocked the handgun. Profusely, unstoppable it seemed he continued to fire bullet after bullet at different, various bikers while simultaneously trying to hold onto the top of the bus. He stopped for a second with an idea. Holding on was his biggest fear at the moment. Slowly, he army crawled atop the bus with the handgun in one hand.

'Kill. Survive. Protect.' Those three words alone ran through his clouded mind.

To the top safety hatch atop the bus's roof, he opened it and stuck his legs in to hold on better. Feeling more confident about himself now, he continued to fire bullets at whatever he could aim onto steadily and whenever he felt ready.


@bus 1

NeverEndingFlip wrote:Before Nick could even begin to think, the sound of gunshots and ripping metal was suddenly all around him. Nick instinctively ducked, letting bullets whiz all around him. The tearing of metal was loud and grinding against his ears. Then suddenly everything was windy. Peeking his head over, Nick saw the back door literally torn open, revealing the oncoming biker gang right behind him.

Son of a...

Well, they had been warned that Charming California was a misleading name. Perhaps this gang was why.

Well, no matter. Nick wasn't one to go down without a fight. Nick edged his way to the back, taking it one seat at a time to prevent himself from flying out of the moving bus. When he was in a position to do some collateral towards the new threat, Nick shouted "Karatei!", creating a ball of electricity in his hand. He tossed it at the nearest biker. If he hit, the bike would be essentially EMPed, short circuiting the bike in a matter of a second. At high speeds, he didn't know what that would do to the biker, but perhaps they were as crossed as the actual Crossed themselves.

Then Nick saw a hand...one of the bikers was climbing the bus. "We got company!" he called.

@Bus 1

BOOOOOOM!

Your EMP strike was successful!

The pulse interconnected with four Mayan bikes, short-circuiting their insides, tumbling the Crossed over. They fell backward, motorcycles flinging in the air like ragdolls, as a lone Desert Eagle, escaped the grip of some flying Crossed... bonking Nick in the head! Damn, that's twice today! In the distance, you could hear a loud explosion ripple the highway, a searing heat washing over you for a split-second, before ending entirely. Good work, Nick!


Vroooom~

BOOM!

A Mayan Biker cocked his shotgun back, double-barreled, but light enough to be held in one hand, sending a shell toward Nick's midsection...

Unaware of what to do, Nick continued to fire electric EMP balls at any bike he could see. Unfortunately, he missed the biker who was climbing up the bus. Nick dove back under his seat, but not before he took a bullet to the left shoulder.

"OW!"

Nick felt the demon within him, the anger, rising up again. Rather than repress it, Nick grabbed ahold of it's energy and harnessed the power of the Malachai. Lifting himself from the seat, he didn't feel any pain from the gunshot would just yet...that would come later at an amplified price. For now, he needed to be fully functional now.

When Nick's gaze met the biker's, it must've freaked him out to see red and black swirling eyes staring back at him. Nick grinned. "I've already been shot there ONCE you ASSHOLE!" he bellowed, his voice darkened by the Malachai within him. With a forceful kick, Nick sent the biker reeling under the treads of the bus behind him. Chances of survival were nonexistent. Nick turned to the rest of the biker gang.

"Time to show them what a REAL demon could do!

@Bus 1
@Admin

With the speed of a bullet, Tristana analyzed the threat and ducked lower, keeping her foot sharply against the gas. Deciding to steer with one hand for a moment, she unhooked a specialty grenade from her belt and lobbed it out the driver-side window, listening for the biker's reaction to having it stick.



Beep

In the meantime, Tristana took her cannon from off her back and resting the butt of the gun against her seat, holding her finger right over the trigger. "Fire in the hole!" she shouted, firing out the door and blowing it off its hinges, and firing a second cannonball straight out the resulting hole in the bus, using the seat to suppress her cannon's kickback, ensuring her little arm didn't fly off her shoulder.

Beep, beep



Her aim struck true, striking the Mayan's Harley, the impact finishing with a resounding explosion that launcher the driver off his seat, and his bike swerving off the road and blowing to bits moments after.

Beep beep beep-

The Mayans on her left side were in for a surprise as the timed stickybomb went off, bringing them both down in one fel boom, spraying their blood against the bus' left face. Tristana dipped her head out of the window, waving to them with a mocking tone "Thanks for clumping buddy!" After sitting back down in her seat, she shook her head with a quick breath. Driving a jeep she was used to. But buses?

At least it had wheels.

Verite wrote:

Fuck fuck fuck. This wasn't good. Not good at all.

Fuck this shit.

Taking cover behind the closest barrier he could get to, Wei would find the automatic rifle that he had found earlier, loading it up and opening fire against the bikers that seemed hostile. Shit, he knew this was a bad idea. If only he were around when they were voting, 'cause he knew this was gonna be a bad idea, but did he say anything? Nope. Nah, nah. "What could go wrong?" Fuckin' everything. Fuck this, perhaps it's better to focus on what was going on right now instead for the time being. Yeah, yeah...

Once an opportunity would present itself, he would scoot closer to anyone else nearby, continuing to give cover fire in the meantime. He was used to lone wolfing a lot of things, but this... well, this wasn't a normal situation, so normal methods didn't apply here, eh?

"Anyone got a plan outta this shithole?!"

@Bus 1

Pop! Pop! Pop! Out of Wei's right flank, a volley of 5.56 NATO rounds burst out and forward, nearly catching the Chinese Officer by the ribcage, "Haaaa~ Haaaa~~" Just as- uh oh. Not good. BOOOOOOOOM! a 8mm grenade slung itself from a Crossed Mayan's palms, launching outta his grenade launcher. EVERYONE could feel the explosion rock themselves backward on their ass, the emergency door Wei was next to, blew open like paper-mache, causing the oriental to nearly tumble out of the bus~!

"Haaaa~ haaaa~ chiiiiink!"

You could feel the burning air singe, the emergency exit catching fire, smoking angrily rising up, as a massive chasm nearly ripped the bus in two!


@EVERYONE BUS 1.

Takeo stuck his head out of the window and growled. He swung out of the window and climbed onto the roof. He drew his katana out and leaped onto one of the Crossed's bikes and began to brutally impale him over and over as he threw him off the bike. He swung himself onto the bike, grabbing hold of the handles as he hit hit the brakes, getting ready to enter a shitstorm.

They didn't even leave the hotel before something had gone wrong, that being that the group's leader, Leon Kennedy was murdered right under all of their noses, left for dead as the busses pulled away. Kyoko couldn't stand that cloak and dagger shit, but of course it had found its way to her. As touchy as the subject of trust was already with all of the strangers she was forced to stand alongside, now there was someone working against them among their numbers. Considering that, she was already on edge during the bus ride, expecting a bullet or knife to come at her at any moment. Of course, any situation could get worse, and get worse it most certainly did. It all started with a series of wet cracks that sounded off from the front of the bus, the unmistakeable noise of something no longer living being caught under the tires.

Kyoko was no longer slouching in her seat, and in fact was standing up in the aisle besides it, her eyes darting about the scenery outside through whatever windows she was able to see out of, trying to catch any signs of further trouble. Instead of seeing the trouble she was searching for, she heard it first, the explosion sending her attention to the bus behind hers, which seemed like it narrowly avoided an explosion."Un-Fucking-real..." she muttered, just as the sound of motorcycles reached her ears, her grip tightened hard enough to snap the pool cue in her hand right in half. The shout of the crossed Mayan who had started the flood of bikers  that raced down towards the busses serving as enough of a reason for her to get extremely pissed off. As if they weren't bad enough without fucking motorcycles and guns... She thought, her rage coming through strongly in the expression on her face.

As the back of the bus she was on was practically vaporized, she saw no more reason to delay herself from getting ready. She slipped her silver band off her middle finger, slipping it into her palm as a red light began to envelop her form. The ring grew into an egg sized, red stone, which became encased in a golden holster, and gave off a bright flash of red and white light that surrounded her completely. As she stepped out from it, her outfit and completely changed, as instead of her casual wear, she donned her magical girl outfit. From the gem on her chest, she withdrew a large, expertly crafted spear, which matched her outfit, glowing in a red light as well before it was completely withdrawn from the gem.



"Let's get down to business..." Kyoko said with something akin to a growl, waiting to see if her bus was going to stop or not. Either way she was going to leap out of the back and start tearing up some damn crossed.

These thoughts were interrupted as the bus literally was torn in half with an explosion, sending her launching out onto the pavement,  though it didn't do much more than  dirty up her outfit and scrape her legs up as she skid to stop on them. She anchored herself in place with a spear as she stood up using it for support. She yanked it out of the asphalt as her body assumed a defensive stance, ready for anything that would come at her next, the only thing moving on her was the blood dripping down her legs, and the sweat down her face.

The Doctor was trying to stay far away from the windows so he isn't grabbed by any of he crossed that would drive up beside the bus.
He looked at Harry. "We have to get out of here. They might try to get on this bus so if they do, open fire"he said. He had a military style voice when he's trying to stay calm and take some control of the situation. He didn't want to become food for the crossed