Saints Row I [Mod]

[Vice Ysal]

It didn't happen often but there would always be that time in Vice's life where he felt a bit more chipper than usual. Not the stupid fake cheer and smiles he'd show off to the whole world because they wanted to see him be like that, no this was actually him smiling genuinely. Maybe it was the fact that he had been able to survive against a massive freaky ass grim reaper wannabe, or maybe it was because he was capable of handling himself in a fight against a sewer crocodile, but whatever the cause was he was feeling pretty fine today. Of course, it didn't mean that he was going around being all casual like the first time he explored the outer circle but it wasn't like he was all tensed and shivering at the prospect of finding a new enemy just around the corner of the room.

Whatever it was though, Vice was readying himself once more as he took note of the walls around him. Messed up and bloodied as they were, the place still gave him that feeling of being in a hospital. The scattered scalpels, tweezers, machinery, and other medical gizmos and gadgetry just added to the fact that he was in a silently eerie hospital that could be another existing nest for shadows like the administrative building and the sewers.

Again Vice wondered why this was a smart idea.

Nonetheless he ventured on forward, his trusty revolver in his grasp and his senses at hyper drive. Hopefully this particular exploration would garner him more than just some weird black ichor on his pants again.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

A pack of Shadows appeared!

Magic Hand

• Pulinpa
• Zio

Absorb: Repel: Null: Elec Rs: Wk: Wind
Potent Magus

• Agilao

Absorb: Repel: Null: Fire Rs: Wk: Ice

[Vice Ysal]

Everything felt like it was moving at a snails pace, that his eyes could make out the smallest of details despite the dim lighting that had been provided. Carefully did Vice make his way around the hall ways of the deserted hospital. There were a couple of emergency beds that were littered about and even the occasional wheel chair that was just lounging around. Every little thing at the edge of his vision was beginning to creep him out though. Sure it wasn't exactly a horror game come to life but an abandoned hospital was pretty much one of the most generic areas to go cause some suspense for anyone dumb enough to do the shouldn't be done when in a horror movie.

Then again those things were just works of fiction and the shadows were pretty real.

The sounds of a wheel chair moving did make Vice stop in his tracks though. Faster than he thought possible, the revolver in his hands was trained towards the sound and for a moment his breathing stopped. The sounds of the wheelchair kept echoing throughout he other wise empty hallways and the young man didn't even dare breath. He wasn't afraid of ghosts, that much he could admit. He was pretty fucking pissed at whatever the hell was happening though and would rather open fire rather than cower in the corner if given the choice.

Slowly a wheel chair began to come to view and on one of the handles was a hand. The moment the wrist of the hand showed a none existing arm, Vice managed to regain his nerve back and unleashed a salvo of lead at the freaking shadow that decided it'd be fun to scare the living shit out of him. The sounds of the revolver rang around the room and Vice had just about rushed forward while reloading in order to take advantage of the attack when from behind a blast of fire had decided to make his day worse. The pain was a lot more excruciating than the fireballs he'd been taking from before and that was a rather disconcerting point for the young man.

That, however, was a topic to be thought about another time. Vice was, after all, too busy trying to withstand the scorching pain on his back as he rolled on the dusty floor. Rolling out of the way of a lightning bolt that came from the freaking hand, Vice would have been able to dodge unscathed had it not been for the interrupting wheelchair in front of him. He continued the onslaught of his bullets against the Hand while gritting his teeth at the sudden influx of pain due to the magic it had casted not too long ago.

Vice reloaded as fast as he could despite the increasing amount of pain. The tension was getting to him and the atmosphere had nothing but turned against him…but there was a different sense of clarity that existed now. The battle continued, Vice trying his best to mitigate any attack that he couldn't fully dodge as his bullets rained against the bodies of the targets. The floor had been littered with bullet casings that were both full and empty with Vice standing over the remaining Magus. The young man had been covered in black ichor again and had sported several bad burns all over his body. A few parts of his pant legs didn't make it and he even lost a shoe and sock in the exchange, but he was alive and that was what was important.

The bullets fired one last time as the revolver blasted the last container that Vice had with him. The splatter of black ichor on his wounds made the damaged areas sting but it was nothing compared to having to get used to being burnt and zapped alive while trying to fight back. His breathing had been ran ragged too and the lack of adrenaline had been enough to force his legs into a jelly like state. The fight now had been a lot more difficult than the lower levels and Vice could somehow feel that he was nearing the limits of exploring this place alone---or at least without a persona to help back him up. Shaking his head slowly, the young man then began to trudge out of the creepy hall ways via using the wall as a crutch.

Yeah, he doubted he'd be exploring the bigger levels at least until he's gotten a team to back him up or something.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Success!

You defeated the enemy!
You also found: Nothing.