Today had been a good day for Operative Drake. Despite being demoted, stripped of most of his kit and having his armour close to gutted, things were looking up. His 'punishment' of being sent to the Dusk Spiders was seeming more and more like a godsend. Hells, the crazy technician, Steamworth, had even given him a new helmet, plus improvments. It might not even be too long before he could filch back some of the better equipment that was meant to go in Bane Spider armour...
A body flatted Drakes table, taking with it the contents. The ex-Bane stared at the space for a moment, before picking up his rifle with a growl. It was black and gun metal, the same as his armour which had been stripped off all the red paint, excpet for the new helmet.
The next staggering body to come his way was met by the stock of the rifle in the face with a meathy thud, as Drake used the gun like a club.
"Yeah, yeah? Come on, mates, lets rock!" Drake yelled, in the English, part cockney part 'something else' accent that tended to mark him out, even as he decked another brawler with an armoured elbow to the face.
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Sat alone in the corner, Rachel Finis was deep in thought, wondering about the last couple of days and if she could make it all work out for her, she wasn't even blinking until one of the patrons found himself knocking over her table.
With a mixture of a growl and a sigh, she stood up and kicked the table away, before noticing Drake and with a smile, she sat back down- intending to see just how this turned out. Besides, if she didn't get her hands dirty- she can't get in trouble... Right?
Side-stepping a thrown chair and catching an unfortunately empty bottle of whisky, Efranof walked up to the bar and leant over looking for the barman, "Hey, where are ya? Thirsty here." Grumbling, he quickly found his face flat against the near rotten wood having been hit in the back of the head with a bar stool.
The thug-like attacker fell to the floor holding his crotch, victim to a reflex reaction of Efranof's. He grumbled again, looking around, "A'right, who started this thing so I can-" WHAM, a body flew from almost nowhere strait into Ef, knocking them both over the bar.
Grabbing an unknown alcoholic beverage, he popped the top off and downed half of it's contents, rolling the unconcious man off and getting up he growled to those present.
"Hey! Who threw that!?"
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Jack was sitting in the dark. The corner table he managed to get suited him rather well. The moon was near full and he tried to drown the savage feelings of the wolf inside him with extra booze.
In front of him was an almost empty bottle of Jack Daniels. He had asked the barman to leave it. It made ordering easier.
Then the fight started... Jack's eyes turned ferociously yellow at the sight, but he maintained his cool rather well. Even when he had to dodge some parts of a broken table flying to him. The Arachnos guy sitting there was joining in. Jack smiled... Free entertainment!, he thought.
Then a dazed guy stood up and grabbed Jack's bottle to attack the other guy at the bar with it.
Shocked Jack lost some control... a low growl sounded from his throat and he grabbed the man at his shirt. A strong pull made him hit the wall hard. Jack grabbed the bottle and drained it at once.
"OK, who's next!", he said... and a howl sounded through the bar.
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"Ok, what's all this noise?" came the shout of Indestructible Force, "I came here for a quiet drink, and this is what i ge.." his rant was cut short as he stumbled forward after receiving a chair to the back of the head. Falling forward into the arms of a beautiful woman was normally a nice prospect; but unfortunately she happened to be lunging forward with a knife. Plunging into the chest of the stumbling villain, he gained balance, took a few steps back and looked down.
"Ah dammit" and with that slumped over onto his side.
Rachel sighed quietly, looking for the door- but decided against it, after seeing who would be blocking her way. Quietly she slipped futher back into the corner, careful not to draw the wrong kind of attention to her.
After a few minutes of watching the mindless brawl she stood up- and with a sigh, went over towards Drake "Need some help over here?"
The pale grey of her clothing masked her presence as she crossed the litter strewn street, the sound of violence was always a magnet to Ravenna Krone . Her pupils widened to take in what fun sceptical was being offered, staring in through one of the Dirty Duck's now fractured windows .
Her mind was already working on four levels , one ,revelling in the carnage and brutality displayed by the combatants , two , gauging if , and when her medical skill may be used to turn her a profit from the fracas , three , did she need to invoke her protective wards, at least to avoid scattering drink splashes , and four would this little war provide her with material for her current building project, she still need that good quality left arm ....
As a miss thrown stool shattered upon the wall to the left of the window , Ravenna decided that with all the broken glass , that this was not the best place to observe from .. so with a burst of speed she flew into the Duck and sort the safety of the high roof space , from which to view the entertainment ....
Drake cackled like a madman, punching someone full in the face with a meaty crunch, waving with one, brass-knuckled gauntlet at Rachel.
"Evening, love!" he chuckled, planting a boot on the back of someone leg and headlocking them as they stumbled. "Come to join the party? Always a pleasure! Do the honours, wouldja?" he added, spinning the headlocked combatant to give Rachel a clear shot at him.
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Originally Posted by Zwillinger
GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.
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Originally Posted by Captain_Photon
NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.
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Rachel smirks slightly as she raised an eyebrow "Well.. I normally wouldn't do it -myself-" she let out a sortof laugh as she raises a fist "But since you asked so nicely" she swings the fist with suprising force, connecting with the guys face full force.
Backing away as a few undead minions rose from the floor around her "Thank you for that." smirks "But my friends will do the rest, if you don't mind."
From her vantage point Ravenna , watched the undead minions , of Rachel , take shape , casting a professional , and a critic's eye over the creatures .
.....as one who is always willing to pick up tips and new knowledge of the necromantic arts , she repositioned her self to be able to see the minions in action , and observer their techniques,
careful to coat herself with a protective field of magical force , lest a stray should catch her .
The zombies remained totally impassive, creating a defensive ring around Rachel as if told my a telepathic command. Rachel took a few short breaths as she looked around the room- waiting for someone, or something to jump at her.
ShoXtar was in his element as he repeatedly slammed his latest victim's face into the bar, only stopping to throw him away when he finally stopped screaming. Taking a moment to glance over the chaos, panic and disorder he had triggered, the thug then looked over some of the more... capable combatants that had shown themselves.
"No." he muttered as he took quick glances at each of them, sparing only a split second to plant a fist firmly into the face of another oncoming patron and sending countless volts through the sorry fool's body upon contact. "No. No. No. Hrm..."
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Rachel looked around the room to see the person who had begun the fighting, it took her a moment or two- but she locked her eyes on ShoXtar, glaring angrily at him. "Was this your fault?" she called above the loud shouting and fighting.
Carefully she wove around the fighters, her zombies dealing with the ones who got too close to her. "Because I -was- trying to think in peace here."
"No. No. No." ShoXtar continued to look over the fighters still standing, before the necromancer caught his attention.
"You'll do!" He barked, grabbing another hapless victim and hurling him toward her. "And eff-why-aye, YES IT WAS! Deal with it!"
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Sanguine Petal stepped in, black eyes seeming to glow, cracking her neck she headbutts the first fool to try and hit her, gloves glwoing a bright red colour, "Looks like this is going to be fun." grabbing a bottle as it sailed through the air at her and turning it back at the aggressor deftly she eyes ShoXtar, cracks her neck and advances but gets cut off ending up pummeling some poor guys face in...
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Rachel raised an eyebrow and a zombie stepped infront of the victim flying at her, and cut him in half- the two halves of the poor victim flying off around the room. "Whoa there.." two of the weaker zombies ran at ShoXtar, belching vomit at him as they ran
Ravenna watched the zombies in action , noting their combat skills and resistance to damage ..
..seeing the number of unright patrons was rapidly falling , Ravenna slipped the green crystal box from her scrubs pocket , aimed and sent a ray of healing magic at the nearest body , picking a number of others she started to randomly heal the crowd back to life.
ShoXtar rolled his eyes as he casually sidestepped the zombie-vomit, just a couple of tiny droplets catching the left leg of his pants. Nothing serious, depending on how you view a few tiny corroded holes in your leathers. Grabbing one of the few intact stools remaining at the bar, he then swung it with as much force as he could muster toward the undead minion's face.
"Try harder!"
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One of the zombies face shattered upon impact, the other- back stepped and moved to Rachel. "Alright." Then, the undead standing directly behind her ran over towards him- casting a spell which was intended to immobilize ShoXtar. Followed by a shadowy bolt sent directly at him, behind ShoXtar two other zombies rose from the floor, trying to slash at his head with their swords.
Fisnhing beating the poor fool to a pulp she turns around just to have a zombie puke on her, "Eugh [censored]!" pulling back her fist she sends as much force as she can muster into a punch, decapitating the zombie, "Sick buggers." and returns walking towards ShoXtar
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A short, barking gunshot punctured the air. Drake had taken a stance on the bar, and had his smoking rifle pointed at the cieling.
"Point of order, chum," he chuckled, in a cold, humourless way, "Hands OFF the lady!"
Drake brought the rifle down, and there was the sharp click of a safety going off, right before the projectile came whumming out of the end of the underslung launcher.
It was only a web-based munition, aimed to ensnare ShoXtar. But not everyone would know that, Drake chuckled in the privacy of his own head, even as he leapt off the bar, watching the grenades steady arc...
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Originally Posted by Zwillinger
GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.
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Originally Posted by Captain_Photon
NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.
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A shuriken flew through the air for a headshot against one of the zombies, it's origin unknown as a black mist seemed to drift around the back of the bar. Seeing an oppertunity, Ef reached out at Drake's ankles as he leapt off the bar, hoping to make him land face first
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Rachel blinked slowly, looking around at her rapidly diminishing amount of Zombies- smirking she went over to one of the dead civilians and tore it's soul from it's body, ordering it at the black mist she hovered up into the air, getting to work on healing her zombies.
"Aw, what the hell?" ShoXtar barked as he found himself engulfed in Drake's webbing, his tone of voice suggesting that he was more disappointed at the attempt to restrain him than anything else. "This the best you got, Spider? SERIOUSLY? THIS THE BEST YOU COULD PULL OUT OF YOUR... nevermind!"
With a roar, the thug put every ounce of effort into tearing the webbing in two, taking a moment to catch his breath as soon as he was free.
"Now where the hell were we, hot stuff?"
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The Dirty Duck, Sharkhead Isle, 11:30PM, 26th January 2009
Many of this bar's patrons come to this grotty, smoky excuse for a bar for many a reason. However, you can be certain starting a fight with a topless, tattooed, red-haired man in biker's pants that could break your face and fry you in one go isn't usually one of them. Unfortunately that's exactly what some hapless fool managed to do with Alvin Ratner, better known as ShoXtar, depending on how many actually bother taking in most of his ego-massaging.
Demanding that Alvin "get off his stool" proved painful in many ways for this idiot when the villain responded by simply grabbing his beer bottle by its neck and smashing it against his face, sending the fool slamming into the floor uncertain whether to clutch his horribly slashed-up face or hold his throbbing back.
Naturally, such a reaction didn't go down too well with many of the other patrons, who promptly hopped from their seats and brandished whatever could pass for a weapon toward Ratner, himself casually sliding from his stool. ShoXtar then cracked his knuckles and smirked as blood-red bolts of electticity formed around his body.
"Right, riiiiiight, you losers wanna play, huh? Alright then, LET'S PLAY!!"
The first few to fall found themselves flying through the nearest available window em masse, alerting any and all within the immediate area to the ruckus inside.
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Max: "Me too."
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