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Post by murazar on May 4, 2010 13:55:23 GMT -7
Murazar sighed lightly starting to calm down, but only by a fraction. He pulled his finger out. Which in retrospect only made it worse because his fingers were stemming the blood flow. Now it was worse, He spoke after picking squall up, "Now, thats honesty. Something people don't normally give these days. Now i'm going to take care of that wound, in exchange you have to pass another test."
He carried him to his personal elevator that lead down to the basement. He didn't care if squall was concious or not as the elevator descended he pulled out a small fold over table that was part of the wall and used the following medical kit that was inside it. He proceeded to stem the blood flow and hold agaisnt it by putting a circular ice pack thing around the area to slow the blood flow down more.
Once the elevator dinged and the was on the floor he picked squall up along with the med kit and walked over to the training course. He went into the tropical forest type one and put him in the end goals hut that mean't you won. Afterwards, he patched him up and left the kit. Once he left he activated the system, afterwards he dropped clips randomly on the path or near it before dropping a empty pistol at squalls feet.
The first clip was by a Where are thou my Romeo?y trap which squall would have to get. The feeling of fear that it'd produce in having a empty gun and having to gain a clip for it to make it useful would make him fearful of future ammo on the pathway. He headed back to activate the defenses and watch squall make his way back. He'd wait all night contemplating what to do as squall made his way back.
{Assuming squall passed out which he most likely did, then this is what murazar would do next.}
Once he saw squall awoke he spoke over the loudspeakers calmly," Make it back to me without getting hit more than five times by the targets. Your gun is empty and ammo is scarttered along the way. Most of it is Where are thou my Romeo?y trapped one way or the other. If you lose who knows what might happen."
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on May 4, 2010 22:15:17 GMT -7
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Squall had to bite his lip to keep from screaming when the director pulled his fingers from the wound in his shoulder. If possible it had hurt worse coming out than going in. "Now, that’s honesty. Something people don't normally give these days. Now I’m going to take care of that wound, in exchange you have to pass another test." he said. What the fuck?! Hadn’t he been through enough? For fucks sake, he was bleeding all over the floor.
The director carried him to the personal elevator that led from his office to the basement. Squall was barely coherent as the director set about stemming the blood flow that was making the boy. He held an ice pack over the wound to slow the blood flow down a bit. Still blood seeped out of the wound, making the teenager light headed and eventually pass out.
When Squall came to, his wound had been patched up but he was still light headed as ever. The director wasn’t anywhere that he could see and that made him nervous. He was going to be jumpy as hell around vampires for a while and doubted he’d ever go near his boss again. He noticed a pistol at his feet. Checking it out, he found it to be empty. ”Go fucking figure,” he thought. He heard someone come on the loud speaker.
"Make it back to me without getting hit more than five times by the targets. Your gun is empty and ammo is scattered along the way. Most of it is booby trapped one way or the other. If you lose who knows what might happen." it said. Booby traps?! As if he wasn’t in a bad enough predicament being light headed and in and out of consciousness. ”Yea, glad you can’t read minds, you vampiric son of a bitch,” Squall thought. He took a minute to try and focus his eyes as he scanned for the first clip.
It seemed easy enough to get to, but with the threat of booby trapped mags it wasn’t going to be as easy as it looked. Making his way over to it, he looked around with still blurry eyes for anything else that might come at him. He still felt weak as hell and his hold on reality wasn’t exactly solid at the moment.
Still he had to work through the course despite his condition. The first trap scared the hell out of him. This guy had a sick mind did his boss have? Squall shook his head. He couldn’t see shit! Well not very well at least. That meant he didn’t see the log either. Landing flat on his back didn’t help his wounds either. He blacked out for a few minutes from the pain.
Once he woke back up, he grabbed the gun mag. Having already set off the trap, it was safe enough to get it he supposed. Boy did he ever want to give that vampire what for.
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credit FASHION STATEMENT SUICIDE at CAUTION 2.0 !
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Post by murazar on May 5, 2010 19:53:50 GMT -7
Murazar watched squall get up, by now he was halfway to being calm. He barked a laugh when he heard squall get hit with the log on his legs. It made him do a flip and conk his head againsnt a fake root.
Murazar thought over the booby traps, most were non-lethal while a few were just to scare the piss out of you. The first one was something like a flash bang in the face from a tree, and a log knocking your legs out from under you.
Murazar announced over the intercom, his tone showing he was slowly going back to normal." Consider this training just in case you get attacked by the vampire who took out my friend and subordinate. This training is nothing compared to what I went through when I was human. So try not to whine, I can hear you too. Not just see you..."
He left the ending trail off to throw in a scary sort of effect in the background. On top of having a gun that wouldn't working, knowing he'd have to face a booby trap for ammo, having to get out of a jungle thats obviously not familiar, and having someone who just hurt him badly talking over the intercom. It was amazing squall wasn't cussing a bluestreak.
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on Jun 1, 2010 5:55:48 GMT -7
---------------------------------------------------------------MY SECRET SIDE I KEEP HID UNDER LOCK AND KEY [/color] I keep it caged but I can't control it 'CAUSE IF I LET HIM OUT HE’LL TEAR ME UP, BREAK ME DOWN[/color][/font] ---------------------------------------------------------------[/center]
The Fox announced over the intercom, his tone showing he was slowly going back to normal. Squall looked up as he heard the voice. "Consider this training just in case you get attacked by the vampire who took out my friend and subordinate. This training is nothing compared to what I went through when I was human. So try not to whine, I can hear you too. Not just see you..." he said. "Yea, but you can't read minds so shut the fuck up," Squall thought. He glared at the vantage point he was watching from, pure fiery defiance in his eyes. He hated the director right now. He'd trusted him and he turned on him! Thanks to this little predicament, he was going to be jumpy as hell around his lover, who was also a vampire. And he hated the director for that.
Squall shook his head to clear the lightheadedness that came up again. Scanning around the room, he saw the second and third mags of ammo. He got halfway to them before he noticed something else. Tripwires. So that was the way he wanted to play. Well he'd show him he could handle it. Squall smirked and knelt for a second. He touched a spot under his pants leg. There he always hid a few shirukens stacked up together against his leg. Throwing one of them, he severed the tripline, thereby disabling the trap so he could get to the mag unharmed. He did the same for the trip on the third trap. Of course he had to retrieve the little throwing stars but that was easy.
Trap number four gave him a nasty cut on his leg from a piece of shrapnel that came off it. The wound bled like a bitch and had the boy limping and trailing blood over the floor. Still, Squall was determined to get out of this if only to show that vampire - or any other - that humans were stronger than they gave them credit for. He eyed the last trap. "How much you want to bet it's a pitfall trap?" he asked himself silently.
Ironically, his own blood answered that for him. It pooled around his foot then ran off in a line away from him. Apparently the floor was slanted just a fraction, small enough that he wouldn't notice it yet large enough for a trickle of blood to flow. Then it disappeared under what appeared to be leaves...a good five or so feet from the mag. He smiled. Pitfall. Question was just how far was it from edge to edge.
Only one way to find out. He took a leap of faith, missing the ledge just enough that he could grab it with his hand to keep from falling into darkness below. That was too close for comfort. Pulling himself up, he got the last mag with little trouble. It was a good drop to the floor below behind the platform he'd had to jump to, high enough climbing was out of the question unless you were part gecko.
Squall jumped down, hurting himself in the process. He'd gotten all the mags so he hoped the test was done now. He's been running on nothing but adrenaline and will power this entire time and both were spent. Squall hit his knees just a few steps from the exit door that lead out of the basement. He lay on the floor, breathing hard from the exertion he had had to put into this. He faded in and out of consciousness again for a few minutes before blacking out altogether.
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lyrics skillet – monster !
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Post by murazar on Jun 15, 2010 14:17:07 GMT -7
Murazar frowned as squall passed out, seriously. Even after somewhat injuring himself he had gone on. Now he had to escape, murazar pushed buttons and set statistics up. Now targets would pop up within a certain distance and throw rocks at squall when they popped up.
Somewhat effective, and it would hurt a bit. Or at least it wouldn't kill him. He just hoped when squall woke up he'd be ready. Murazar decided to prepare a medical table up and the supplies evenly and neatly put out to prepare to treat squalls injuries.
He looked back to the cameras after it was all set up, he spotted squall still laying there. He decided he'd at least try to wake him up over the intercom. He was not for any reason going to go out there though. Squall would consider him as part of the test probably, that and murazar was still fairly angry in generally and if squall commented on something he might kill him.
Instead his voice spoke over the intercom, it was fairly calm yet still irritated at the least. " Well there you still have to go through the combat scenario since you now have the ammunition. Try to make it out...conscious. I'm ready to treat your injuries as soon as this is over."
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on Jun 21, 2010 1:31:45 GMT -7
---------------------------------------------------------------MY SECRET SIDE I KEEP HID UNDER LOCK AND KEY [/color] I keep it caged but I can't control it 'CAUSE IF I LET HIM OUT HE’LL TEAR ME UP, BREAK ME DOWN[/color][/font] ---------------------------------------------------------------[/center]
Squall groaned as he started to wake up. Again. This time it was slower going than it had been before. The boy’s strength was gone and he’d thought he’d heard the intercom go off. "Well there you still have to go through the combat scenario since you now have the ammunition. Try to make it out...conscious. I'm ready to treat your injuries as soon as this is over." it said.
Pushing himself up into a leaned over seated position, Squall couldn’t help but think that he wasn’t getting out of this alive. No matter what he done, there was always something else after it. It was like his boss was trying to kill him and in the slowest way possible – by letting him fight to the death in a bunch of tests that meant nothing in actuality.
Squall tried to get to his feet but with the adrenaline in his system wearing off from before, it was agony, such agony that he actually yelled out in pain. The shrapnel bit in his leg had gone further in when he’d passed out and landed on that side. The smear of blood on the floor was evidence of that. Squall was scared to move but he figured that whatever the director had been talking about by ‘combat scenario’, he had better get up or risk looking like a weakling in the vampire’s eyes. Well, worse of a weakling than he already was being human.
Squall managed to drag himself over against the wall and use it as leverage to get to his feet. He had to have most of his weight on his good leg and lean on the wall for support as he made his way through the combat course. He got hit a few times by the rocks that were thrown at him, even cut by a few of the sharper bits, but managed to make it through. It took all he had to remain conscious as he made it to safety, sinking down the wall to seated position as he had to take what little weight he’d had on it off.
He had no choice but to use his tattered t-shirt as a tourniquet to stem the bleeding a little. He was already shaking from blood loss but now he had to worry about what the Fox was going to do. He’d said he was going to heal Squall’s wounds but at the moment Squall didn’t trust him as far as he could throw him – and being he couldn’t even pick him up that wasn’t far. Would he finish him off while he was seriously injured? Or would he actually heal him and let him go? There was even the possibility that he’d put him through more pointless tests.
He tensed as he heard a door open.
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Post by murazar on Jul 1, 2010 18:14:40 GMT -7
Situation:
Inside was a haphazard array of what seemed to be a large encampment of tribal and militarial buildings. A rockslide had collapsed and had created some cover. What seemed to be jury-rigged flashbangs, traps, tripwires, and targets that would pop up and zap something electrical back were around.
Not many of any of that was visible from where squall was standing, it looked straight forward on what he had to do though. He had to go through several hooches, over a couple rickety bridges, over a fence or two, up a tower, rappel down, and then sneak under a fence. Or something like that.
Murazar was watching over the cameras ready to activate traps that were by remote activation instead of automatically triggered in proximity. He held his hands over the first trap trigger and lined out the rest of them for quick and easy access. He watched over squall, he was like a combination between a guardian angel and the devil throwing subtle and not-so-subtle things his way.
He enjoyed it just slightly, but not so much that he went crazy on squall because he was dumb enough to hop over to him to try and calm him down.
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on Jul 10, 2010 15:36:21 GMT -7
---------------------------------------------------------------MY SECRET SIDE I KEEP HID UNDER LOCK AND KEY [/color] I keep it caged but I can't control it 'CAUSE IF I LET HIM OUT HE’LL TEAR ME UP, BREAK ME DOWN[/color][/font] ---------------------------------------------------------------[/center]
Squall tensed as the door fully opened. He had thought it would be the Fox on the other side of the door but in fact it was…more obstacles? Inside was what seemed to be a large encampment of tribal and militarial buildings. Squall hung his head and groaned. Hadn’t he been though enough?! What was the director doing? Trying to kill him, push him to the brink and just see it he’d survive it? The boy had no idea but he felt like crying, screaming and cursing all rolled up into one.
Seeing he had little choice in the matter if he wanted to get out alive, Squall forced himself to his feet again for what he hoped was the last test he had to endure. He’d already bled straight through the shirt strip he had tired around his leg. He could tell even though the shirt was black. It glistened with wet, sticky blood as it bled through the thin material. “If I make it out of this alive, I’ll be one lucky son of a bitch,” he thought to himself. He made damn sure the gun he’d been left with was loaded with the ammo he had had to collect before he went in, limping and leaving bloody shoe prints in his wake.
As he went through the seemingly straight forward area, more and more of the room’s setup became clear. A rockslide had collapsed and had created some cover. What seemed to be jury-rigged flash bangs, traps, tripwires, and targets that would pop up and zap something electrical back were around. Squall tried to keep a sharp lookout for whatever he just knew the director was going to throw at him even though his hazel eyes were blurring over more and more as time passed. He knew he had to get through this one as fast as possible. If there was one thing he wasn’t going to resign to, it was dying here because someone wanted to play sick head games.
He had to go through several hutches, over a couple rickety bridges, over a fence or two, up a tower, rappel down, and then sneak under a fence. None of which were easy on his wounds and a few either just made them worse or caused new ones to show up. Squall knew one thing though, one thing that kept playing through his mind over and over again…
He was NEVER going near his boss again for anything.
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lyrics skillet – monster !
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