Murder Ultimate: +New

thedeviantKat wrote:"Leon! Did you even hear what I said? I have to get to the control for the PA system!" I really felt annoyed at this point, it felt like he completely blew off what I had said.

Dragonrogue wrote:Griffin stood there and listened to everyone make their choices. Choice one and two had sounded good but choice three had a time limit. Griffin studied the dog that Snake had brought with him. The dog might turn into a problem later. She would have to keep an eye on it, but for now it was unimportant. Griffin tuned back into the conversation when she heard the girl talk about cameras. "What kind of surveillance does this hotel have?" she asked the girl.

ResistingTheEnlightened wrote:

thedeviantKat wrote:"Leon! Did you even hear what I said? I have to get to the control for the PA system!" I really felt annoyed at this point, it felt like he completely blew off what I had said.

"I don't think one cable will cut off the entirety of the building and PA system." He snorted, resting his hand over the Remmy. "You might be able to cut off one PA speaker. But the entire system? This place ain't wired to the brim. It has to maintain that luxury look. Tangled means mangled, mangled equals ugly. And in this place? There's not even any limits." He took out the Glock from its holster, making sure it was ready for the trek forward. "Trust me, kid. Let the big boys do there stuff." He gave a small arrogant chuckle then nodded at her.

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ResistingTheEnlightened wrote:

thedeviantKat wrote:

ResistingTheEnlightened wrote:"I know what it is. Or atleast, who made it.. I just.. I can't remember it. It was so long ago.." He replied to Leon's comment. Hell, he didn't even remember Leon's name anymore, just that it started with an L, until he said it again. "Alright, everyone, listen up, I want furniture put up on every door that leads to the outside and back in, I then want atleast three of us to head up and clear the floors. Make sure nobody's in here and we might not be in a hornets nest. Alright, lets go, go, go!" He clapped his hands lightly but loud enough everybody could hear as he began moving to find a possible floor plan on the computer.

@Everyone

"Found it! Okay, there's quite a few floors to clear out. If anything, I'd send at least five. But, I'd say that's up to Leon. Either way though, this will be a bit of a hellstorm." I was scared, but at the same time, I decided to stay calm.

"Thanks, kid." He simply responded before patting her head. He walked over to Leon before putting the shotgun in both his hands. "Five floors. Pretty small if you ask me, but we can clear it. What frequency are you on? I can call from up there with my radio." He asked somewhat quietly before changing the frequencies to Leon's own, out of caution. "Two men? Think we can do all five levels, eh? Like SWAT."

@Admin

"I'm connected to the DSO's radio signal. They're jammed. Same with the BSAA's." Shit, Leon thought, "Right now, Leo, we're cut off from Command. We've got no alternative but to hole up in The Bellagio until the radio kicks in." His eyes clenched shut, air escaping his nostrils as Mr. Kennedy's eyes fixed upon Thorin, Tristiana, IIlya, Cultist-Chan, Vaelri, The Doctor, Griffin, Raven, and Kyoko. "You, you, and you." He pointed at the NINE survivors, "Come here." The DSO Agent's arms were crossed, feet tapping against the polished flooring of The Bellagio, "We've got THREE areas of interest in The Bellagio, more specifically, in the first floor."

Choice One: "The JASMINE RESTURANT. The Bellagio restaurant is known for it's fine dining, pleasant employees, and prestigious entertainment - but as you're aware, that's all dead and gone. I don't know how long until BSAA reinforcements arrive, but we'll need nutrients if we're going to survive. It's unexplored, so be careful." A pause, "Unfortunately, I won't be able to accompany you, so you'll go alone."

Choice Two: "The CIRQUE DU SOLEIL. Interested in aquatic tapestry of artistry, surrealism and theatrical romance? Welcome to Cirque Du Soleil. As far as I'm concerned, The Bellagio is an empty deadzone, but I swear someone's playin' music via the loudspeakers. It'll attract The Crossed. Shut it off." Leon paused, "... Heh, or just venture off to check out the surreal art before it's buried along with Vegas. Your choice, pal."

Choice Three: "Room 502. I'm looking for a 'Nathan Petrilli' - iconic U.S. Senator, powerful, and rich - if we're getting any external aide out of Vegas, it's him. However, my DSO intel reports he's locked in his hotel room." The scent of fresh smoke drifts downward, you catch a small whiff of it as Leon shook his head, "... He won't last any longer, especially with The Bellagio catching fire. We can rescue him, perhaps get out of Vegas early."

What do you choose? One, two, or three?

@EVERYONE INTERESTED IN A MINI ADVENTURE.

Dragonrogue wrote:"If you can access the surveillance system then we can tell how many of these... whatever they are here and have some heads up to when they will attack." Griffin said only mentioning one of the reasons she wanted to know. "Since it looks like everyone will take forever to decide what to do. We might as well know." She smiled at the girl's agitation.

FlamingCenturion wrote:Illya looks down on Sunny with a stern look.
"He may not know how to engineer things, but he knows how to kill things. Considering you completely missed Leon and almost killed me, I say if you are coming with us then we can play a bit of 'Protect the vodka', otherwise, you should stay here with the comic book guys.".

Illya didn't want to sound harsh on the girl but it sounded like she had a thick skull and didn't realise that a little girl is a maniac's dream. A little intimidation should give her the message.

@Sunny/kat

katisacat wrote:Raven shrugged, uninterested. "Fine, don't thank me for saving your asses." She said before turning to float away.

katisacat wrote:Raven stopped and looked back at the one who had called out to her, crossing her arms. "And what exactly do you need me for?"

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PROLOGUE​
FOUR HOURS LATER...​

“North Three-Nine to Ground, do you have your target, over?”

*Bzzt!*

The uneasy BSAA Warrant Officers piloting the Chinook helicopter looked straight ahead, the sparking embers of the 'Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas!' sign reflected in the canopy windows. The Chinook swayed out wide over The Strip; looking down, the mass of bodies, accompanied by wild fires, was immeasurable. A downed Boeing 747 burned bright over the Stratosphere Hotel Casino.

“Affirmative. This is DSO Agent Leon S. Kennedy, we're clear to land.”

The Chinook rear cargo ramp opened up, giving way to Kennedy's voice, “Remember, Helena, this is a rescue op: Rescue U.S. Senator Nathan Petrelli. Our intel reports he's holed up in The Bellagio –  the Senator has a few bodyguards posted on him, but under these conditions, God knows they're not going to last long.” He walked purposely toward the ramp, rappel line hooked against his tactical belt, and dropped out, his form disappearing into a tattered Casino below. It wasn't long before Helena Harper, his partner, followed him...

Below, in the battlefield, bright flashes of humans and Crossed fighting. Tracers lit up the night, flares burst and drifted over the city, billowing clouds of high ordinance explosions crackled the earth. A Crossed male, clad in a white-and-red Elvis suit passed by with a fully-automatic MP5, blowing holes into the lower torso of a BSAA soldier. He didn't have enough time to scream as his body fell to the ground below, swarmed by Crossed insurgents that... aha, decided to defile the poor guy. It wasn't too long before he laughed manically, unleashing a volley of 5.56 rounds at his former comrades.

“Ground Units, engage your targets!”

A BSAA Captain trained his G36 rifle on an oncoming horde of Crossed, his men following suite, the air whirred with thunderous automatic weapons fire as they stepped into the fray...

The siege of Las Vegas has begun.

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THIRTY MINUTES LATER...​

What... time was it?

It's been a while since the Crossed came in and killed, maimed, or literally screwed everyone in sight: Maybe you came here intentionally, or perhaps, you woke up here- far, far away from your beloved homeland, and tossed into this new hellish landscape in the midst of what appears to be an insatiable bloodbath. If so, eh, tough luck.

You scanned the area- off to the left was a lone figure, his pistol barred between a Crossed female, struggling to throw her off-

“Leeeeeon~ oh Leeeeeeon~” The female propped herself froward, a thin trickle of drool run from her mouth, her outfit, a smart black-over-purple dress suit, was torn and dirty, “C'mon, man, just one bite... then we can FUCK FUCK FUCK all night loooooong~ HA HA HA! Yoooou'd like that, wouldn't yoooou~?” Oof!

Leon's Samurai Edge swung in an upward arc, catching the jaw of the Crossed female, smashing it up and into the front of her face, teeth shattering in a spray of white shards. Blood erupted from her ruined mouth, causing her to stagger back, giggling, as if Mr. Kennedy told the funniest joke in the friggin' world, “D'awww, do yah love me pretty boy?! I never knew!”

“Stand back, Helena! I'm warning you!”

“How about this, ya pussy bottom BITCH! YOU--”

A bullet screamed from Leon's handgun, cutting through the air, and plowed into his partner's cranium with a brittle, wet 'crack!'. Blood and tissue sprayed out from the point of impact. The dead Crossed twitched slightly, her brain signals sending out it's last before dying out indefinitely.

You stepped forward...

CHUH-CHINK.

“Freeze.”

The cold, hard end of a barrel fixed against you, and what appears to be a group of survivors—some whom aren't even human! Whatever, screw it, you've seen weirder stuff, right?

“Civilians?” A pause, “Good. Come with me.”

Looking up, the upper half of The Bellagio was lost in roaring darkness of flame and smoke; on the air, you could smell the acrid scent of burning – human flesh mingled with hot, smelting iron – fill your nostrils. It's as if the sky itself rained fire, and in the swirling obscurity of falling ash, your skin crawled as you saw this: A girl – late teens, probably 16-17, you guessed – sporting a bloody Miley Cyrus t-shirt, plunged a silver kitchen knife against her belly. She giggled incoherently, mumbling, “We can't stop... we can't stop... hehe... we can kill... what we want...” Her insides oozed, trailing down a massive gash against her belly, as she looked up: “Kill?” A big rictus grin met you as... she fell backward, eyes widened as if she just experienced the happiest time in her life.

God, what... happened to her?

A pool of the teenager's blood trailed against your toes, as you grimaced, disgusted. Stepping forward, you pushed open the luxury hotel's golden twin double doors...

The Bellagio was quiet. Deathly quiet, considering the war that was going on outside. Multi-colored rose petals were propped up neatly thanks to wires and cables hoisting them up, a perfectly reconstructed Bronco Horse stood at the entrance, it's face contorted in surprise, as one hoof was raised.

A massive skylight illuminated the moon above, as little dust specks danced about. The floors were marble, cleaned and polished, vibrant in appearance. And finally, the entire infrastructure seemed to be held up by large white pillars that lead to an upper deck.

“Enjoy the calm, folks. I guarantee it won't last for long.”

Between now and 2 PM MST tomorrow afternoon is the prologue period. Feel free to post your character prologue. If you complete your prologue or opt not to post one, feel free to engage in character interaction!  ROUND ONE will begin tomorrow this Monday @ 2PM MST.

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ResistingTheEnlightened wrote:

thedeviantKat wrote:

ResistingTheEnlightened wrote:"I know what it is. Or atleast, who made it.. I just.. I can't remember it. It was so long ago.." He replied to Leon's comment. Hell, he didn't even remember Leon's name anymore, just that it started with an L, until he said it again. "Alright, everyone, listen up, I want furniture put up on every door that leads to the outside and back in, I then want atleast three of us to head up and clear the floors. Make sure nobody's in here and we might not be in a hornets nest. Alright, lets go, go, go!" He clapped his hands lightly but loud enough everybody could hear as he began moving to find a possible floor plan on the computer.

@Everyone

"Found it! Okay, there's quite a few floors to clear out. If anything, I'd send at least five. But, I'd say that's up to Leon. Either way though, this will be a bit of a hellstorm." I was scared, but at the same time, I decided to stay calm.

"Thanks, kid." He simply responded before patting her head. He walked over to Leon before putting the shotgun in both his hands. "Five floors. Pretty small if you ask me, but we can clear it. What frequency are you on? I can call from up there with my radio." He asked somewhat quietly before changing the frequencies to Leon's own, out of caution. "Two men? Think we can do all five levels, eh? Like SWAT."

@Admin

"I'm connected to the DSO's radio signal. They're jammed. Same with the BSAA's." Shit, Leon thought, "Right now, Leo, we're cut off from Command. We've got no alternative but to hole up in The Bellagio until the radio kicks in." His eyes clenched shut, air escaping his nostrils as Mr. Kennedy's eyes fixed upon Thorin, Tristiana, IIlya, Cultist-Chan, Vaelri, The Doctor, Griffin, Raven, and Kyoko. "You, you, and you." He pointed at the NINE survivors, "Come here." The DSO Agent's arms were crossed, feet tapping against the polished flooring of The Bellagio, "We've got THREE areas of interest in The Bellagio, more specifically, in the first floor."

Choice One: "The JASMINE RESTURANT. The Bellagio restaurant is known for it's fine dining, pleasant employees, and prestigious entertainment - but as you're aware, that's all dead and gone. I don't know how long until BSAA reinforcements arrive, but we'll need nutrients if we're going to survive. It's unexplored, so be careful." A pause, "Unfortunately, I won't be able to accompany you, so you'll go alone."

Choice Two: "The CIRQUE DU SOLEIL. Interested in aquatic tapestry of artistry, surrealism and theatrical romance? Welcome to Cirque Du Soleil. As far as I'm concerned, The Bellagio is an empty deadzone, but I swear someone's playin' music via the loudspeakers. It'll attract The Crossed. Shut it off." Leon paused, "... Heh, or just venture off to check out the surreal art before it's buried along with Vegas. Your choice, pal."

Choice Three: "Room 502. I'm looking for a 'Nathan Petrilli' - iconic U.S. Senator, powerful, and rich - if we're getting any external aide out of Vegas, it's him. However, my DSO intel reports he's locked in his hotel room." The scent of fresh smoke drifts downward, you catch a small whiff of it as Leon shook his head, "... He won't last any longer, especially with The Bellagio catching fire. We can rescue him, perhaps get out of Vegas early."

What do you choose? One, two, or three?

@EVERYONE INTERESTED IN A MINI ADVENTURE.

FlamingCenturion wrote:Illya smirked, he was amused by how brave the girl was. He stood back and looked the girl up and down, he parted his lips and nodded.
"Alright! Let's see if you really can go out there by yourself and turn off the music!"
He raised his eyebrows and put his arms out, he shouldn't be making jokes right now, just incase she takes something literally.
"You see those windows?"
He points to a set of double-glazed windows.
"I'll be watching you there. Do you want my knife? You probably won't need it, but just incase…"
He taunted her, Illya found it funny.

@Sunny/Kat