SheepKing
She/They 🐑
Narancia Ghirga
“I’m going to STOMP ON THAT FUCKING RAT!!”
Clearly, Narancia wasn’t thrilled by what the giant rat’s antics had caused them, making this whole entire plan a lot fucking harder. Firstly they’d completely lost the benefit of being ignored by the two teams as the Red and Blue would have duked it out with each other. Now, instead of only Hoodie and Oddie getting the attention of them, basically everyone was now a target of the flag cultists. So all in all, things certainly weren’t going so great right now, but they could adapt to this...right? He’d notice the blur of Odessa’s body rush towards the entrance of the Blue Base, hopefully keen on preforming her duty as well as Little Hoodie, who’d suggest for all of them to use brute force. There was also that pink girl from earlier, who honestly concerned the boy considering she, a goddamn ten year old, was running into a gun fight. That is until he heard the pained cries of her enemies be slain. Well, she could take care of herself he supposed. There wasn’t any time to worry about that though, he needed to get on with the plan. Shouting at all of the rest of the group in case they hadn’t heard it, Narancia would bark out the plan once again to any of those who’d not charged into the base yet.
“OI! EITHER COVER FOR LITTLE HOODIE AND ODDIE WHILE THEY CAPTURE THE FLAG OR LOCATE LOPEZ! AFTER THAT, JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE ALRIGHT!?”
With that, he’d charge into the base as well, thankful for the cover provided by the two women. Narancia could hear the pained cry’s and shouts of those wounded by the pair as he evaded any blood thirsty zealots, taking winding paths around the base, hoping to look in between every little nook and cranny for a brown, Spanish shouting robot. Thankfully most of the action was only nearby the front of the base along with around the flag area so there weren’t many soldiers for Narancia to be on the lookout for. But, the key word being many. There were certainly still a few stragglers littered across the entire base that would either need to be avoided or quickly taken care of in order to get back to the actual plan at hand. He’d soon need to do the latter half as he ran through a long hallway littered with doors on either side. At the end of it was a solider, clad in electric blue and about ready to tear the teenager apart. Without any mercy behind his eyes the solider roared, “FOR THE FLAG!!” as he began shooting down the hall, right where Narancia had stopped.
Near almost immediately, Narancia teared open the nearest door and rolled into the room for cover, just barely managing to avoid any of the gunfire by a hair. Hurriedly though, Narancia would, while using the door frame as his cover, would shoot back with his own pistol, ready to put some lead between the asshole’s eyes. There was however, a bit of a problem. Narancia never had actually shot a gun before. Surprising considering he was in a fucking mafia and shot people on the regular. That though was done by Aerosmith and last time he checked, having your magic invisible toy plane shoot your foes couldn’t exactly be compared to holding an actual gun in one’s hands. The first shot by Narancia wouldn’t even be fired as he’d forgotten to turn off the safety lock. The next would be pointlessly shot into a nearby wall, not even making it five feet nearby the enemy. All of the rest after would either hit close or not even hit nearby the target, with not a single actually injuring the asshole. His aim was truly atrocious but it wasn’t like he could learn some basic gun tips at the moment so he’d need to make fucking do with it and figure out how to kill the asshole. Taking cover back behind the door, Narancia hurriedly tore apart open his lilac bedsheet sack for more ammo, before an idea struck. If he couldn’t hit the guy from afar, why not just close the distance? The headband keeping the bag together was pulled off and returned to Narancia’s scalp as the bag became undone, leaving it now only as a slightly wrinkled bedsheet. Taking all of the extra items out of the cloth, he’d ball up the sheet itself into a tightly packed ball while taking hard, labored breaths. Narancia had one shot at this if he failed then boy was he fucking screwed.
“Three....two...ONE!”
The gangster threw the sheet into the hallway, unraveling from its ball shape and becoming one large square of cloth floating in the air. In that one single moment of confusion, Narancia took the opportunity to use the cloth for a distraction as he ran past it, breaking the distance between him and the solider on the other end of the hallway. The blue armored man soon realized what was happening but as he prepared his aim on the teenager it was already too late. Narancia was close enough to land a shot in the guy’s leg, putting a small bullet shaped hole into his calf. As soon as the man crumpled onto the floor, Narancia took the opportunity to snatch the fallen rifle from the guy’s hands, then taking it as his own, would smash the butt of it into the guy’s skull, destroying the glass of his helmet and sending it into the man’s eyes. From there he’d continue hitting the area with the end of the gun, absolutely smashing the guy’s poor face until it came closer too looking like meat jelly than something recognizable as human features. The solider, with pure animalistic survival in his mind would writhe and scramble to break out of Narancia’s grasp but the moment he did, Narancia would switch back to the pistol, sending a bullet through the man’s half crushed head, finally ending his life. Standing above the man’s corpse, Narancia, for god knows why, would strike an exaggerated pose, uttering the phrase
He’d stand there for only a second longer before dropping the stolen rifle, re-making his bedsheet bag and sprinting off, continuing his search for the robot as he shouted through the halls,
“Oi! Mister Robot, where the fuck are you!?”
“I’m going to STOMP ON THAT FUCKING RAT!!”
Clearly, Narancia wasn’t thrilled by what the giant rat’s antics had caused them, making this whole entire plan a lot fucking harder. Firstly they’d completely lost the benefit of being ignored by the two teams as the Red and Blue would have duked it out with each other. Now, instead of only Hoodie and Oddie getting the attention of them, basically everyone was now a target of the flag cultists. So all in all, things certainly weren’t going so great right now, but they could adapt to this...right? He’d notice the blur of Odessa’s body rush towards the entrance of the Blue Base, hopefully keen on preforming her duty as well as Little Hoodie, who’d suggest for all of them to use brute force. There was also that pink girl from earlier, who honestly concerned the boy considering she, a goddamn ten year old, was running into a gun fight. That is until he heard the pained cries of her enemies be slain. Well, she could take care of herself he supposed. There wasn’t any time to worry about that though, he needed to get on with the plan. Shouting at all of the rest of the group in case they hadn’t heard it, Narancia would bark out the plan once again to any of those who’d not charged into the base yet.
“OI! EITHER COVER FOR LITTLE HOODIE AND ODDIE WHILE THEY CAPTURE THE FLAG OR LOCATE LOPEZ! AFTER THAT, JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE ALRIGHT!?”
With that, he’d charge into the base as well, thankful for the cover provided by the two women. Narancia could hear the pained cry’s and shouts of those wounded by the pair as he evaded any blood thirsty zealots, taking winding paths around the base, hoping to look in between every little nook and cranny for a brown, Spanish shouting robot. Thankfully most of the action was only nearby the front of the base along with around the flag area so there weren’t many soldiers for Narancia to be on the lookout for. But, the key word being many. There were certainly still a few stragglers littered across the entire base that would either need to be avoided or quickly taken care of in order to get back to the actual plan at hand. He’d soon need to do the latter half as he ran through a long hallway littered with doors on either side. At the end of it was a solider, clad in electric blue and about ready to tear the teenager apart. Without any mercy behind his eyes the solider roared, “FOR THE FLAG!!” as he began shooting down the hall, right where Narancia had stopped.
Near almost immediately, Narancia teared open the nearest door and rolled into the room for cover, just barely managing to avoid any of the gunfire by a hair. Hurriedly though, Narancia would, while using the door frame as his cover, would shoot back with his own pistol, ready to put some lead between the asshole’s eyes. There was however, a bit of a problem. Narancia never had actually shot a gun before. Surprising considering he was in a fucking mafia and shot people on the regular. That though was done by Aerosmith and last time he checked, having your magic invisible toy plane shoot your foes couldn’t exactly be compared to holding an actual gun in one’s hands. The first shot by Narancia wouldn’t even be fired as he’d forgotten to turn off the safety lock. The next would be pointlessly shot into a nearby wall, not even making it five feet nearby the enemy. All of the rest after would either hit close or not even hit nearby the target, with not a single actually injuring the asshole. His aim was truly atrocious but it wasn’t like he could learn some basic gun tips at the moment so he’d need to make fucking do with it and figure out how to kill the asshole. Taking cover back behind the door, Narancia hurriedly tore apart open his lilac bedsheet sack for more ammo, before an idea struck. If he couldn’t hit the guy from afar, why not just close the distance? The headband keeping the bag together was pulled off and returned to Narancia’s scalp as the bag became undone, leaving it now only as a slightly wrinkled bedsheet. Taking all of the extra items out of the cloth, he’d ball up the sheet itself into a tightly packed ball while taking hard, labored breaths. Narancia had one shot at this if he failed then boy was he fucking screwed.
“Three....two...ONE!”
The gangster threw the sheet into the hallway, unraveling from its ball shape and becoming one large square of cloth floating in the air. In that one single moment of confusion, Narancia took the opportunity to use the cloth for a distraction as he ran past it, breaking the distance between him and the solider on the other end of the hallway. The blue armored man soon realized what was happening but as he prepared his aim on the teenager it was already too late. Narancia was close enough to land a shot in the guy’s leg, putting a small bullet shaped hole into his calf. As soon as the man crumpled onto the floor, Narancia took the opportunity to snatch the fallen rifle from the guy’s hands, then taking it as his own, would smash the butt of it into the guy’s skull, destroying the glass of his helmet and sending it into the man’s eyes. From there he’d continue hitting the area with the end of the gun, absolutely smashing the guy’s poor face until it came closer too looking like meat jelly than something recognizable as human features. The solider, with pure animalistic survival in his mind would writhe and scramble to break out of Narancia’s grasp but the moment he did, Narancia would switch back to the pistol, sending a bullet through the man’s half crushed head, finally ending his life. Standing above the man’s corpse, Narancia, for god knows why, would strike an exaggerated pose, uttering the phrase
He’d stand there for only a second longer before dropping the stolen rifle, re-making his bedsheet bag and sprinting off, continuing his search for the robot as he shouted through the halls,
“Oi! Mister Robot, where the fuck are you!?”
Team: Red
Location: (Not so) Serene area, Inside Base
Team Members: Sayo-Nara StaidFoal Dylan.thomas7 RedLight thatguyinthestore PolikShadowbliss BoltBeam Atomic Chucklenuts Gundam Watcher 27 Caffeine Freak
Current Items:
On Hand-
1. Paper clip (1)
2. Throwing Knife (1)
3. Pistol (1)
4. Silver Plate (1)
Bedsheet Bag-
1. Assault rifle (1)
2. Pistol (1)
3. Ammo
4. Extra Ziplock bags (9)
5. Miscellaneous Food and Water
6. Sandwich
Location: (Not so) Serene area, Inside Base
Team Members: Sayo-Nara StaidFoal Dylan.thomas7 RedLight thatguyinthestore PolikShadowbliss BoltBeam Atomic Chucklenuts Gundam Watcher 27 Caffeine Freak
Current Items:
On Hand-
1. Paper clip (1)
2. Throwing Knife (1)
3. Pistol (1)
4. Silver Plate (1)
Bedsheet Bag-
1. Assault rifle (1)
2. Pistol (1)
3. Ammo
4. Extra Ziplock bags (9)
5. Miscellaneous Food and Water
6. Sandwich