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Bullet uses Dodge Roll once more.
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The Bullet nods to Lexiel, and follows suit. Fire an Enchanted Sword at the Keytar Guard.
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The Bullet gaped at the drawers, and pulled out his sword in defense. "What gunjuring is this?"
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Well. That seemed almost too easy. The Bullet wasn't going to scoff at that, though. He leaves Visrii to deal with the book, and instead goes to check around the tables/sandbags for anything left behind, and maybe investigate the console after.
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Basic Defense.
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The Bullet eyed his opponent. What a horror. Steeling himself, he wielded his sword in a firing position, and fired himself out of reach. Dodge Roll out of the way of any incoming attacks.
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Updated sheet.
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The Bullet crept along beside Edmond, fearful of what lied ahead... But he knew he had to continue. Standing behind Edmond, he held Blasphemy in attack position. "Ready when you are."
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The Bullet had failed to garner Edmond's attention throughout this, and once they began moving he was stuck with only his voice to talk. No matter, he supposed. He would simply be smart about it. He ducked into some sort of cover quietly, and near Lexiel as instructed, waiting to follow Edmond's command. >>>>>>>>Activate the trap you primed earlier to trap George in it's cage
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The Bullet has struggled to stay alive in this chamber, but understood that Edmond needed to pursue the cause. He truly was dedicated. The Bullet simply kept dodging the manhacks, waiting for any opportunity to safely strike. >>>>Rattle it's cages a bit, you have seen worse, and make it clear that you are disappointed
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Hmm... This drone might prove a challenge. However... Taunt the drone, using Blasphemy to block & slash it if it gets close, hoping to lead it into the servers. Hopefully the ones the man is plugged into.
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Well, that plan didn't work out great. Stealth has never been his strong point. Thinking fast, The Bullet fires himself into the computer room, dodging in. Inside, he looks for any cover or objects to hide in.
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The Bullet mutters something curse-like. There wasn't much available to heal himself with, so he might just have to go without. His compatriots were still somewhere else, so he should probably explore. Not in the direction of the full elevator, however. Try to be a little stealthy, at least.
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Eugh... He had taken a lot more damage than he would've liked during that fall, and that was any at all. Staggering, he brought himself up to his feet and looked around him, noticing the body at his feet. Ah! I see I seem to be in some kind of office floor. I still am unsure of where we must go, so I should probably try meet up with the others. But first... The Bullet searched around him for anything he could heal himself with, before hastily heading to an elevator, if he could find one.
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The Bullet had hopped onto the Dragon reluctantly, confused at it's lack of artillery. He hung on tight, as it flew off. Looking around him, he sees Visrii injured, yet sustained. Oh. What a bother. However, as the dragon is beginning to rush, there is no time to even bother looking at his wounds. He would have to get someone to do it later. For now, he held on tight with all his strength, yet loose enough to still fire himself.
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The Bullet visibly retches at Lexiel's blatant disrespect towards the gunsmith's craft, but doesn't speak up about it.
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The Bullet watched as the gear was brought in, but remained seated. He did not need any of this, with Blasphemy at his side.
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The Bullet would simply sit with his head in his hands in the van. Which was basically just his head tilted slightly to rest against his palms. Clipping in his seatbelt, he sighed loudly. "How long have you people even been working together? This seems like a mix-up of core ideals, and if you have been working together for any length of time you should know by now what your comrades believe in. I think we all know that the stakes of our quest are higher than any of our individual moral compasses. So why, oh why, would you mix those two up? Ugh, don't bother answering... I must focus myself for what lies ahead." And with that, The Bullet shuts his eyes, and waits for the van to reach their destination.
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The Bullet thinks for a moment. He did not think this plan through very well. "Hold on a moment." The Bullet runs towards the door, firing himself through the glass, and making a break for it when the others follow.
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The Bullet simply stares in disbelief. Could his comrades surely be this disorderly? Surely not! Surely there must have been some misunderstanding between him and them, because at the moment it seemed like they had just committed a lot of senseless, unplanned violence, and now just given away their plan away to a complete stranger?! Unbelievable. He supposed that this was the price one must pay to work with beings from all over the multiverse. But, he couldn't let the order of his home be disrupted by these... people, messing it up. Drawing his sword, he held it aimed at the knight. "Fellows. We must stop delaying. If we have a mission here, then we must complete it. And it would be best to not give sensitive information out to complete strangers. We should not fight here, we should focus on getting out. But I need you to lead the way." He keeps his sword held, but moves out of the bar with the others, hoping that they come with him.
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The Bullet followed behind Halley, while she waited for the phone. "Uh, miss... Would it be of too much trouble for you to enlighten me on the other members of the group who are with us? It would be nice to know my lieges in this fight against multiversal destruction."
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Ah. More locked doors. Sighing, the Bullet faced towards the door. "Well, miss Halley, do we have anything we could potentially bribe him out with? I do not know of the customs of this world, but that tends to be a fairly universally known practice."
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What a night... As his first sleep in this otherworldly realm, The Bullet's night was restless, beset by dreams of his homeworld and what could potentially become of it should he fail here. He truly must stay dedicated, for who knew of the consequences of doing otherwise? Shaking the sleep out of his body, he approaches Halley waiting at the door to the lounge. "Good morning, Miss... I don't believe I caught your name. What exactly are we doing today? Is it something to do with the room behind this door?"
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H-how rude! In the midst of doors opening and closing, the Bullet ran after Halley, following the group to the Pirate where they were blocked by the bouncer. As he didn't know the exact reason for them entering, he decided to remain quiet, but still get a better view of the building and any potential entrances.