The meadow is a large clearing inside the forest. In this continues the rp from the original thread.
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The biker kicked his bike back into gear and sped away going around the burnt, driving circles around it. He once more drew his uzi submachine gun and aimed it at the tar monster.
The biker kicked his bike back into gear and sped away going around the burnt, driving circles around it. He once more drew his uzi submachine gun and aimed it at the tar monster.
((I was thinking to wait till Orlando Apeh posted, but I can put in a brief reactionary post. 
)) ((also this. http://www.rprepository.com/group/group.php?gID=1870&page=topic&page2=29122 ))
"GEUUUGHK!" *having its semi-solid body impacted by several high-velocity objects does wonders for stunning and slowing the Burnt, but only minimal damage is sustained with tiny bits of Tar being ripped away. A Blunt melee weapon is probably most effective for taking down Burnt* *the Burnt, even when slowed and stunned, has its focus set on trying to reach the man with the gun*
)) ((also this. http://www.rprepository.com/group/group.php?gID=1870&page=topic&page2=29122 ))"GEUUUGHK!" *having its semi-solid body impacted by several high-velocity objects does wonders for stunning and slowing the Burnt, but only minimal damage is sustained with tiny bits of Tar being ripped away. A Blunt melee weapon is probably most effective for taking down Burnt* *the Burnt, even when slowed and stunned, has its focus set on trying to reach the man with the gun*
Orlando watched with awe as Wilson was able to protect both him and himself through taking the brut of the bullets within his melted tar chest. He climbed behind the truck, keeping another layer of protection between the shooter and himself as he prepared some things that would hopefully incapacitate the shooter hoping that the Elsen would keep him distracted for the time being.
The biker realised that the bullets were doing little to no damage to the burnt, he also noticed that Orlando was up. Realising time was short he switched tactic, he circles around Elsen so he was facing away from the van and stopes again. This time he was betting on the burnt following him, his plan including luring the creature away before turning back and going directly for Orlando.
"GEuUuUUGH!" *the Burnt's near mindless charge to try and ensnare the biker would lead it wherever they went* *with its relatively slow leg speed, outrunning would be simple. its the quick arms and deceptively wide reach that needs more care taken with for evading it*
Orlando worked quickly. Able to access the back, he grabbed powerful noise cancelling earmuffs, and a small device. Once his ears were properly protected, he activated the device. A piercing screech rang out, designed to incapacitate those who were not protected from the noise for as long as it was on. Prolonged exposture could harm individuals' eardrums and possibly brains if it came to it. As soon as he pressed the button, Orlando moved around the truck and took aim with his tranquilizer gun aiming for their unknown assailant's parts not protected by clothing.
The biker was already zooming back by the time Orlando pressed the switch, but the moment he did he took a tumble. He fell from his back and crashed to the floor skidding towards the truck with his hands trying to cover his ears and block out the sounds. He rolled around is agony screaming.
"GE-ghuhnu-~" *the high pitched sonic weapon has a clear effect on the Burnt. Its body shaking about tiny bits at an incredible rate, it becomes a bit more... liquid*
*the hot 'Tar' of its body is liquificating, and spreading around as it goes more Limp. the Tar that had formed a maw about Wilson's head has slipped down enough that his unconscious face can be properly seen again*
*in this state, the Burnt can't move well at all, but it might be able to lunge an arm out a bit further if anyone gets to close to the spreading circle of Tar*
*the hot 'Tar' of its body is liquificating, and spreading around as it goes more Limp. the Tar that had formed a maw about Wilson's head has slipped down enough that his unconscious face can be properly seen again*
*in this state, the Burnt can't move well at all, but it might be able to lunge an arm out a bit further if anyone gets to close to the spreading circle of Tar*
He took aim and fired at the biker's exposed skin. He wanted to make sure that he was fully drugged before the siren was turned off.
The moment he was darted the biker pulled it out, though it didn't take long at all before the drugs started to kick in. Realising he was about to pass out the biker removed his helmet, throwing it at Orlando.
"You coward, get down here and, and, fi... Fig..." He dropped into his back unconscious. His black hair almost covered his blue eyes, his face was young too. His sleeping figure looked boyish, he looked about seventeen.
"You coward, get down here and, and, fi... Fig..." He dropped into his back unconscious. His black hair almost covered his blue eyes, his face was young too. His sleeping figure looked boyish, he looked about seventeen.
*The burnt is doing its best to try and recollect itself up off the ground during the auditory assault, back into distinguishable legs, arms, and head. Wilson is still covered quite well, only his face being out for viewing*
He made sure the device was off before taking off the earmuffs and putting the devices away. He took steel handcuffs and snapped them on the biker before going to check up on Wilson. He didn't touch him afraid to touch him because of the tar but hesitantly asked "Wilson? You alright?"
"GEUHhUuhuUUUGH!" *with the sound off, the Tar-like substance can go back up his body, properly covering it again* *the Burnt's legs are still a half-formed mess though, and nearly all its attention is on trying to move its legs so it can walk again*
*in terms of 'alright', its probably half ok, half NOT* *But at least its not flailing about. its arms are hanging limply at its sides while it tries to move, so collateral Damage will likely be minimal*
*in terms of 'alright', its probably half ok, half NOT* *But at least its not flailing about. its arms are hanging limply at its sides while it tries to move, so collateral Damage will likely be minimal*
The biker didn't move when he was handcuffed, though he appeared to be regaining some conscious thought.
"Urr." He groaned.
"Urr." He groaned.
"Wilson!" He grabbed part of Wilson's arm that wasn't covered in tar. "Come on buddy. Wake up." He could hear the other waking up and turned to look at him. "Crap."
The bikers eyes flashed open, blinking away tears as blood was running down his ears. He moved as if to wipe away the blood, but his hands were tied.
Orlando went back to check up on his captive, rolling him over onto his back. "Good morning to you. You have some explaining to do." He said, looking down.
"Ah." He cried.
The youth spat in orlandos face, a look of defiance on his face.
The youth spat in orlandos face, a look of defiance on his face.
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