A Quest For Adventure! RP Thread

James was utterly shocked by the sudden turn of events. Nico had seemed a little tense, but James had not even remotely suspected something like this. He was quickly stirred from his stupor by Mr.Enderby´s commands. James quickly upended a table on it´s side to provide at least meager cover from gunfire and dashed to where Brown had fallen. James hooked his arms underneath brown´s armpits and began to drag him towards the cover of the table, fervently hoping no one would begin taking potshots. Even a cursory look at Brown´s chest seemed bad. His chest was covered entirely with blood , but James could not yet tell how bad the wound was or if Brown was even alive.

The guard who was grappling with Nico on the floor glared at Pierre as he saw the Frenchman run past him to get to safety. He looked torn between whether to subdue Nico or pursue Pierre. He ended up compromising. He brutally started punching Nico into submission and then drew his handgun and entered the bathroom.

"Vieni fuori l'uomo di Francia!" he called out.

Google Translate says that this means "Come on out Frenchman!"

Meanwhile Spade's run outside definitely confused the approaching solider. However, he snapped out of his daze and fired a few rounds at Spade's retreating form as the marksman ducked back inside and returned fire. This caused the approaching soldier to find cover behind a wheelbarrow. However, there were multiple hay bales and farm equipment laying around that he could easily use for cover and advance for the house.

Dave's shots towards the Blackshirt who hadn't fired were a bit more successful. His first shot missed but he got lucky with his second shot and it pierced the man's chest. He screamed and went down for the count. The heavyset Italian, who'd been shot by Brown, swore at his companion's death and pointed his rifle at Dave.

"I'm fine. Help...others..." Brown said weakly to James as he dragged him away. It wasn't clear if he actually was or was just putting up a facade.

"EXCUSE ME, SIR!" Pierre shouted (in Italian) as he sat up in the bathtub. "Were you never taught that it is impolite to intrude upon one who is in the lavatory?"

Will came to his senses curled up under the kitchen table. Blackshirts had appeared manhandling Nico then there was gunfire and then Will wasn't sure what had happened. Now there was one blackshirt bleeding out on the kitchen floor, and another aiming a gun on Will's new team-mate.

Will could stay cowering under a heavy table, or he could do something. Whether the soldiers had forgotten about him or merely deemed him not a threat, he'd have take advantage of it. He didn't have a gun, and he suspected they were past the time for talking it out. So he'd have to be more crude.

He lunged out from under the table to tackle the heavyset blackshirt to the ground. And hopefully disarm him.

Dave's finger had been a hair's breadth from pulling the trigger on his revolver, but the priest's sudden lunge surprised him. He hadn't expected the man of God to act with such resolution or speed - but their tussle meant that it would be harder for him to simply shoot the Blackshirt. He kept his weapon trained on the Italian, waiting for the right opening.

Hans was running through the halls, trying to avoid getting in range of the gun. He stopped, someone was screaming something in the next room, The Bathroom. He quickly ran to the side, took on glance. Pierre was in the bathtunb, and a Blackshirt was pointing a gun at him.

Hans sprinted forward, bodychecking the Blackshirt man, and if successful, grabbing his neck with one hand and brutally beating him with the other.

James had almost gotten Brown to the questionable cover of the upended table when he weakly spoke up "I'm fine. Help...others...". James wanted to protest, but decided against it. James did not have much medical knowledge, but at least Brown was alive, for now. James finished dragging Brown behind the table, letting him to the ground as gently as he could. James quickly retrieved a wrench from his toolkit, which had fallen near where he was.

James took quick stock of the situation. The priest, Mr. Myers was tussling with the fat blackshirt with Mr. Enderby hovering near, gun in hand. Nico, Pierre and the final blackshirt had disappeared into the direction of the kitchen and James had heard sounds of struggling and shouting. At least this made his decision easy. James quickly headed for the kitchen, preparing to assault the blackshirt with his wrench.

"Huh?" the Blackshirt asked Pierre, honestly confused at this Frenchman's lack of...wanting to fight. And he spoke Italian?

He didn't have time to ponder long because Hans suddenly bodychecked him and sent him to the ground, causing him to fire his gun reflexively. Fortunately, the bullet harmlessly hit the ceiling but the revolver fell out of the soldier's hands and slid on the floor. However, the guard was just a bit heavier and taller than Hans and he slowly began to recover from being stunned. Like a flash, his hand reached out and grabbed Hans' throat. His expression was that of a hunted animal as he began to squeeze. Things looked grim for Hans...

For all of two seconds until James passed the kitchen to come to the bathroom and thoroughly whack the soldier on the head with his wrench. In an almost cartoonish fashion, the Blackshirt slumped forward, unconscious.

This left just one Blackshirt left for the group to deal with inside the house and he was currently being wrestled by Will. The priest had succeeded in tackling him but was less successful in disarming him. The soldier was currently using his rifle like a quarterstaff as he tried to block the priest from getting on top of him further. At least, he was until his head exploded after a particular loud gunshot from inside the house.

Looking to see where the gunshot had originated, the group would find a determined looking Mississippi, leaned up against the table with his revolver in his hand. He was clutching his chest and had a scowl on his face.

The soldier outside was still hiding behind cover.

edited 29th Jan '15 8:02:09 AM by FantasyLiver

"Good to see you up and about, Missy." Dave raised an eyebrow when he saw Brown standing. "Saved our good Father here from meeting his Maker prematurely. How're you feeling?" He walked over to the corpses of the Blackshirts and picked their rifles up, passing one to Will and the other to Brown.

"Bolt-action. Think you could figure out your way around this, Father? I think our friend Spades could use a little help. I'll go check on the others."

With that, he made his way to the bathroom, wondering how the rest of the party was faring with the last Blackshirt.

edited 29th Jan '15 8:34:54 PM by Pyrite

Hans was rifling through the man's pockets, a wallet, ammo..Anything was useful. "Thanks for the assistance." He said aloud. "Looks like we're going to be Public Enemy Number One."

"And yet, I do not believe that this has been my worst visit to Italia," Pierre said with a sigh as he stood up. "Now, if you will excuse me, I am unaccustomed to being near the recently deceased."

He graciously placed his head into the toilet and proceeded to vomit.

Will scrunched his face in disgust at the blood splatter. He really hoped he didn't have brain on his face. Why had he thrown himself into battle again? Seemed the adrenaline was keeping his personal demons at bay.

He'd barely stood upright before someone handed him a rifle. Old training had him check its breech was, safety and keep it pointed down. Will looked at the gun.

"I don't like this," he mumbled to himself.

Nevertheless he kept the rifle at hand (and safely pointed away from anyone) as he double-checked how Brown was faring.

Spades walked over to Hans as he was looting the corpse. "Is it always like this with Brown?", he asked.

"If you're quite done with your 'water-loo', Frenchie, the chaps downstairs could use a little help," Dave called from the corridor, discretely keeping well away from the toilet. "That's a capital job you've done, lads. Tie him up and bring him downstairs, if it's not too much trouble. I imagine you'll have a few words for him when he wakes up. Now if you'll excuse me, I must get back to work."

Satisfied, he headed back to the main hall. "Any luck, chaps?"

edited 30th Jan '15 8:29:39 PM by Pyrite

"We have some rather loot able corpses", Spades said as he took a wallet from a corpse. "Care to join?"

edited 29th Jan '15 9:08:18 AM by deadpool616

"Not until that fellow in the yard is dealt with. Speaking of which, Spades, weren't you supposed to be taking care of that?" Dave raised an eyebrow at the young man. "Pegged you for a shooter, not a looter."

"Who says I can't be both? Besides, what's war without spoils? Also I didn't see the shooter and I want to wait for armed help before I go out into the open looking for an unseen gunman."

Spades stood up and asked "Care to join me in that?"

edited 29th Jan '15 9:49:45 AM by deadpool616

"Well," Hans said, looking up from his treasure hunt. "You might want to hurry up." He said. "Do we have any idea where he is? And does anyone speak Italian?"

edited 29th Jan '15 11:21:35 AM by TroyandHawk

Spades, looking puzzled, said "No, I don't, and what is speaking Italian going to do for us?"

James spoke up, glancing worriedly in the direction of Brown. " I'm conversational with Italian and I think Mr. Laplace speaks it as well, but I wouldn´t vouch for his nerves. By the way, Why do you think the last blackshirt would stick around? I mean, he is-" At this point James seemed to suddenly remember something, his eyes widening. "Oh, damn. Nico!" He quickly rushed into the kitchen to check on Nico the farmer. James had noticed him lying on the kitchen floor, but had forgotten about him in the heat of the moment. Now James wanted to check if their host was alright.

edited 29th Jan '15 4:07:56 PM by Brassmoon

"Well, we won't know for sure unless we check," Dave said, reloading his revolver. "And I hate to leave the good Father holding the rifle. So if you're looking for backup, you've got it right here. Thanks for checking on our host, James - I'm heading to the yard. Coming, lads?"

edited 29th Jan '15 8:34:27 PM by Pyrite

"PTARGGGHH!" spat Mississippi spat when Dave started to talk.

"It'll take a lot more than that jackass to take me out of the count. Just get that other soldier and then we'll talk." snarled Brown. Spot came over and began licking his hands. Mississippi winced at the pain that Spot was causing him when he started jumping on him but it quickly turned into a grin. He really did love that dog.

The soldiers that Hans and Spades started to loot actually had a lot of stuff in their pockets. Much of it was survival based - with things like canteens and rations - which Mississippi already had plenty of. There weren't any wallets to take although the heavyset soldier had a sturdy looking watch on his wrist. However, they also carried a few extra magazines for their rifles and the one who had been knocked in the bathroom still had the revolver to loot. And, of course, their uniforms were somewhat intact but only the one who'd been knocked out in the bathroom didn't have any blood on his.

Checking on Nico, James would find that the man was still out cold. A quick lookover would reveal that his injuries were pretty minor. He had taken quite a beating and there would definitely be a lot of bruises but once he came to, he'd probably be okay. Of course, he wasn't actually coming to yet...

Anyone looking outside the window would see that the Blackshirt had started to bolt for it - running towards the main road near the farm. Evidently, he had managed to piece together that things weren't exactly going swimmingly for his friends inside.

"Ah, good Ol' Miss. You should be right as rain in no time. Now, about that-" Dave's words were cut short the instant he saw the last shooter running down the road. "The blighter's done a runner. Get 'im before the whole world's finds out we're here - and you can worry about absolution later, Father Will. Missy, you mind handing me that rifle if you aren't using it?"

Assume that Dave starts shooting at the Blackshirt if he gets the rifle.

edited 30th Jan '15 4:00:23 PM by Pyrite

Pierre spent a few moments rinsing his mouth out in the bathroom sink before heading back into the kitchen with the others.

He muttered some sort of phrase from an ancient Iranian tongue as he entered the room. Paying no attention to the gravity of the situation, he started looking around for a wine cabinet, or at least some form of alcohol.

Hans grabbed the revolver, popping the cylinder out to check how much ammo, spinning it once and clicking it back, he also grabbed the ammo, stuffing that into his pockets, he also took the watch, putting it on. He walked towards the front of the house.

"Blighter's done a runner..." It was the british man.He checked his watch.

"If he makes it, I'd give us an hour." He looked out the window. "No car?"