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...tommorow, or possibly later.

((OOC: caution, violence.))

Edging cautiously around a corner of the irregular building to begin her work, SttQ spotted her first guard, a male bit character. He lacked any and all defining characteristics, as bits have a tendency to do, and most closely resembled a cheap, generic action figure, complete with a heavy machine gun in his hands; it was attached to a strap around his shoulder. He was (thankfully) facing away from her, but she couldn't possibly do anything while he was around. Only one solution.

Fishing a piece of cloth from one pocket and one of her razors from another, she crept toward her victim. When she was right behind him, she stuffed the piece of cloth against his mouth to deafen his screams (not that he'd have much time to scream), and used the razor to cut his throat in three quick strokes. He was dead before he hit the ground. Dragging the body into a dark recess, SttQ wiped her razor on one of its sleeves. The last thing she wanted was glitter stains on her weapons, whether said glitter was heavily water-diluted or not. As for the gun, she had no use for that. Far too noisy.

Satisfied, and not hearing anything else for the moment, she left the recess, knelt down and began her task.

((OOC: I know, I'm still waiting too. A couple of days ago, I sent messages to Kyoki, TheLowtide, The 9th Blue Mage and Lycaenion, asking whether maybe they'd simply lost interest in the RP. So far, I've received an answer from Kyoki, saying that she has indeed not lost interest, but has been swamped in way too much schoolwork. For this reason, her updating will be somewhat spotty. I'm guessing that the others are in similar situations. This being the case, I've decided to post something myself (will do so today), in such a way that the others can still make their contributions. Hope you're not angry with me because of the delay.

Bye!

SttQ))

...In far too much schoolwork. Posting's gonna be kinda spotty for a while.]

but the RP's still going. If you haven't lost interest yet (believe me, I'll understand if you have), you can find the next "chapter" near the top of the thread, waiting for input.]

I don't mean to bother you or anything, but the RP is still going, in case you were thinking I'd abandoned it. You can find the continuation near the top of the thread. Please note that I'm not forcing you to continue if you don't want to.]

just wanted you to know I haven't abandoned the RP. I put the new "chapter" up a couple of days ago, near the top of the thread. Of course, I'll totally understand if you've lost interest. Just let me know, mmmkay?]

[but, just in case you were thinking I'd abandoned the RP, I haven't. I started the new "chapter" a couple of days ago. You can find it at the top of the thread. However, I totally understand if you've lost interest.]

After silencing all the low-caliber firearms offered to him, Wik ran to his building with unnatural stealth and speed, his magic allowing him to move as silently as a panther. He hid behind convinient objects when patrols came, his smell obscured even from the Cute Animal Friends.

His wire was invisible, the result of another spell. Remembering SttQ's instructions, he then began to stuff C4 in the largest cracks first, before moving on to the smaller ones.

All the while, his senses were in overdrive, wary that something might happen. His sword hand twitched on the hilt of his weapon as he continued to do his work...

over her shoulder. She could just discern the outline of a spambot as it stood framed in a doorway. It was facing them, surely, but... why wasn't it moving? Maybe it hadn't seen them yet.
Deciding the soup shop was a more urgent problem at the moment, she turned back towards it. Accustomed to the dark by now, she believed she saw something, and turned her eyes a little to the side, to make it out better. Hey, what... she thought. Oh... Oh God... What is that thing?

"What is that thing?" she whispered urgently to Galenfea.

Two, three... four fingers were curled around the edge of the door. They tightened on it and, slowly, slowly, the door inched open.

Even though there did not seem to be anything horrible about the fingers themselves, SttQ suddenly knew, from nothing other than atavistic instinct, that she and Galenfea must not see what kind of creature those fingers belonged to, if they wanted to keep their sanity. No, no, they had to...

The squeaking behind them started up again, and was rapidly coming closer, jolting SttQ into action.

"Run!" she screamed, half-hysterical with terror. "Galenfea, for the love of God, run!"

At twenty-five minutes past midnight, SttQ, Wik, Lycaenion, Lowtide, Blue Mage and Kyoki were crouched behind a low wall, some distance from the six rather scattered buildings that made up the fish packing plant, watching it. The windows were aglow with urple and wilver lights, interspersed with flashes of blello and glose, causing the Boarders, even the ones with sunglasses, to squint in order to protect their eyes.

Sounds of sugary harp-music and impossibly perfect voices that set one's teeth on edge came to them from inside the building, coupled with the sickeningly cloying scent of concentrated rose-water. And, somewhere, there was a hint of... heavy metal and motor-oil? The Stus, of course.

SttQ felt the hair in the nape of her neck stand on end. She was terrified, there was no denying it. Hell, she wouldn't have been human if she hadn't been. But she'd be damned before she'd give up. And she knew that this was true for her team-mates as well. No question. The demons would die this night.

"Okay, crew," she said in a low whisper. "Listen up. Each of us will head for one of the buildings, and plant the charges. Remember, C4 is highly malleable, so stuff all the cracks you can find. Make sure you duck when you have to pass a window. Be on the lookout for bits and Cute Animal Friends. Avoid them if possible, and if not, kill them as quickly and silently as you can. If you have low-calibre guns and they're not silenced yet, hand them over to Wik and he'll do it for you. When you're finished, come back here, wire in hand, and wait for the others.

Also, it is possible that you will hear the voice of your own personal Sueish nemesis coming from the building you're working on. Ignore it. Repeat, ignore it. Going into a killing frenzy would spell death for us all. And that, I think, is all. Let's go, and good luck to all of you."

With that, SttQ vaulted over the wall and headed for the main building, running inaudibly in the shadows. She caught a few glimpses of the others, as, silent as ghosts, they ran for the buildings they'd chosen. Biting her lip, she prayed everything would be all right.

Let's move."

When the time comes, Wik is going to channel as much power to you as he can. Now then, let's roll."

(A/N: I'm no demolitions expert (God no), but I've read that the destructive power of C4 comes from very, very rapidly expanding gases. This means that regular water won't be able to do much. Magic water, however, may be a different case.

Also, honey, you have got to stop stressing! You're playing as yourself, a real-live person, and therefore you cannot be a Sue. Remember, Sues don't live, they mimic life. Just chill out and have fun. It's what the RP's for.)

She took out a pair of painfully sharp razors, flicked them open, scraped them together and put them away again.

"Let's go then."

"So, wire everything to the C4 and no grenades? That's nice and simple, just the way I like it. It's gonna be a bit of an adjustment trying to be quiet though... And yeah, I do have a knife so I'm set there."

You can count on me when the time comes.

"The limit is on the number of shots, not on how long the spell is placed. In fact, it can last for a hundred years if you don't use it. But since that obviously isn't going to happen, I think that the magic should withstand either ten shots fired one after the other, or sixteen that aren't. After that, you're on your own." Wik then held up his wand over the pistol, and concentrated. He visualized a blanket of energy enfolding the firearm, dulling the sounds that came from it.

Whenever a bullet issued forth from the pistol, the blanket would be torn, but its threads would carry the silencing effect across the range of the shot, muffling even the sound of impact. The magic would then reconstitute itself to create another blanket, repeating the process until the final shot expended it completely, the sound overpowering the enchantments. It was a simple battle spell, an adaptation to the spread of new weapons technology. Then he looked up at Lowtide, who was observing the process.

"There, it's finished." he said.

"Anyway, it probably depends on how often and how much of this sapphire's power I use. If it's not too often, then I should be able to increase it's power as much as I possibly can."

(A/N: No problem at all, SttQ. I have a question though about the bomb, though. Can water even do anything to it. Although I could say that the water that comes from the sapphire isn't your average water, I'm kinda afraid that I'll be making myself too sue-ish...)

The dim light might have been playing tricks with her eyes, but she thought that the dark space where the door was ajar did widen a little. On the other hand, when she looked at another shadow for comparison she thought the same - maybe it really was just the light?
She looked harder, leaning forwards a little.
"I'm not sure," she said quietly, but looked around for a weapon, just in case, and started to edge past the shop towards the sidestreet on the left. Weapon... weapon... even a stout stick would do. Surely zombies would go down the same as anything else if beaten about the head, and even bots must have some breakable electronics.
They were even with the door now, and Galenfea shot it a nervous look. Maybe it was just the dark playing tricks with her, but the opening did look a little bigger.
At that moment she also heard the squeak of a badly-oiled hinge from the other side of the street and froze, hissing a swear word through her teeth.
"What now?" she whispered, still staring at the soup shop. "Hide? Run? Panama?"

((PS: 'Panama' is a Clive Cussler reference, in case you're curious. :P))

It was a simple enough calculation, really. SttQ suggested that they avoid using firearms as much as possible to avoid directing attention to them. Wik offered to silence their guns for them. Thus, all she had to do was hand her service automatic to Wik and Presto! Problem solved. So, Lowtide pulled her gun out of its holster, double-checked the safety was on, and handed it over to Wik. "Uh, Wik was it? Could you do me a favor and silence this thing for me real quick? Oh, and how long is it going to last?"

"let's move." Having equipped herself with C4, detonators and wire, she slipped through the gate, her similarly loaded troops right behind her, heading for soon-to-be ground zero.

[Please excuse my not replying any sooner. Studies have kept me terribly busy the last few days. This problem should not surface again.]

"let's move." Having equipped herself with C4, detonators and wire, she slipped through the gate, her similarly loaded troops right behind her, heading for soon-to-be ground zero.

[A/N: I'm very sorry I haven't replied yet. Horribly busy with school, you understand. Won't happen again.]

"I'm afraid I don't know exactly how powerful it will be, but the speed of the blast should be around 26,400 feet per second. Does that help?"

[A/N: Sorry, girl, would have replied sooner, but have been very busy last few days. Won't happen again for quite some time.]