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| Davyn | Jul 21 2006, 01:13 AM Post #41 |
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(( OOC: Don't make it completely impossible to retrieve Doryan?? Gah! You backed him up into a corner, there, though! Alright, lemme think...Well, there's really only several options here and I'm gonna hafta go with this one: a new character getting involved. Before you go hating on me, though, I mentioned before that I was going to make a character from where Manticore is from. Not as advanced as Manticore and yes, he'll follow all Aronian rules, yadda, yadda, yadda...And as far as your escape there from the pub...dang. Pretty nifty having a gateway in your bar. That throws things off, but this entire next post will really screw Manticore over, so I'm sure you'll enjoy it! )) Paradox's holographic facade frowns, listening to the sounds of scuffling inside. Her sonic receptors had picked up enough to know that there was some sort of alternate exit route from this particular tendress' room. Great. Just great! It was too bad she wasn't REALLY a lieutenant of the T.M.P.D. Perhaps then she would have had someone guarding all the exits. As it was, she would have to improvise. Hacking into the Trevison Municipal Building's databanks once more, Paradox calls up a 3D blueprint for the Purple Goat. Hmm...Wait a minute. Something didn't add up. There it was...There WAS no exit from these quarters! A secret exit not on file? Most likely. That would certainly complicate things. Heaving a sigh, she turns and walks back out into the bar area. "Ya have a chat with 'ol Lexi, Dollface?" Paradox turns abruptly to the tender. He was still wiping the same glass with the same dirty rag. Frowning sternly, she strides over to where he's standing. The same concentrated ion particles that allowed her holographic form to knock on doors also allowed her to seize the tender by the collar and slam his face down roughly on the bar. The few patrons who had been watching gasp in surprise at the gesture. The police broad couldn't have weighed more than 125 or so, yet she had smashed the face of a man who was easily twice her size! "Two things, pal," Paradox growls, "One, I don't EVER want to hear you calling me 'Dollface' again! Capische?" The tender nods weakly, struggling to ebb the flow of blood from his right nostril. Paradox continues mercilessly, "Two...no, I didn't have a 'chat with 'ol Lexi' back there. She was in her room with someone else, then she took off through a back exit. Where I come from, that's called 'resisting arrest'. And if YOU don't tell ME where that back exit leads to, I'm afraid I'm going to have to take YOU downtown for something called 'aiding and abetting'. Do I make myself clear?" "B-but...there ain't no back exit! Honest!!!" The tender hesitates, then adds quickly, "...Ma'am!" "Oh, so you're calling me a liar, eh?" "NO!! No...s'just that I never goes into Lexi's room, right? If there IS a back exit, I dunno nuffin' about it, I swear!!!" Paradox sighs. This was getting her nowhere. She raises the tender's head, holding him by his greasy hair, "If I find out you've fibbed in any way---and I mean ANY---then you can expect to spend the next night or two behind bars, understand?" "Y-yes! I promise I'll---OOOF!!" "Good." Paradox had suddenly let go of the man's hair, causing him to bang his chin on the counter once more, "Thank you all for your cooperation, then." This last line was addressed to the various other denizens of the pub as well. "Enjoy the rest of your evening." She tips her hat, then retreats out into the night air once more. Still raining. Not that a hologram minded getting wet. Paradox stolls nonchalantly down a side alley. With weather like this, it shouldn't be TOO hard to track any organics in the streets. You'd have to be a complete moron to go wandering around outside in weather like this. Unless, of course, you were a fugitive. With that thought in mind, Paradox drops her holographic facade and cloaks the holosphere. A lifeform scan picks up several possibilities and she takes off to confirm them. There were only five in total. A couple hurrying through the rain to a nearby building...two drunks stumbling out of a neighboring bar...and a homeless man sleeping between a dumpster and a pile of old newspapers. Perfect. The perps had completely disappeared. They couldn't have gone underground unless the exit led into Trevison's sewer system. Any other form of tunnel was unlikely, seeing as Trevison itself rose high above the Aronian soil. Paradox runs a scan beneath the streets and the pub anyway. There were lifeforms, alright...but not nearly large enough to be humans. Most likely insects and other vermin. Logically, there were only two options left to Paradox. One was that the two of them were still in there somewhere, hiding. While this was possible, of course, she doubted they would be so foolish. The only other possibility---and the most likely one---was that magic had somehow been employed to transport the two of them somewhere else. Despite the fact that she was a computer program, she swears lightly to herself. What was so important about this girl, anyway? Either way, the boss wasn't going to be too happy that she had eluded Paradox. MEANWHILE... The sirens were getting closer. What was taking the blasted tracking system so long to locate Manticore and his prey?! Weather didn't usually affect Paradox like this. Was there something else interfering? Perhaps it was the invisible shield over Trevison, but that was highly unlikely. As much as Manticore didn't want to admit it, perhaps the magical aspects of this world were to blame. He would have to look into it once he and Doryan were safely aboard the ship. Any second now, the transportation bubble would encompass them... Manticore takes a moment to study Doryan. The man looked pathetic standing there in the pouring rain. His clothes were thoroughly drenched and clinging to his body. His hair was plastered to his neck and his bangs were covering his eyes as he hung his head. Manticore was familiar with this look. It was the look a man got when he knew he had been broken. The look of a man without hope. Manticore almost pitied---Wait a minute! Pity? Why did this man deserve anything less than corporal punishment? He had just murdered a woman and a child in cold blood, for crying out loud! What kind of sick and twisted soul did a person have to pos--- KRAAAASSSH!!!! "Ahhhh!!!" Darkness! Manticore's train of thought comes to an abrupt and resolute halt. He couldn't see! Something had suddenly and inexplicably shattered the bloodred lens that comprised most of the front of the hunter's helmet! It was the one weak point. Still...no bullet or blade from around here would be able to break transparasteel! Yet something had. Consequently, Manticore's senses were abruptly nulled. The sonic and optical receptors which he relied upon so much weren't picking up anything. The most he could hear were a few muffled shouts nearby. Who was that talking? Doryan! He would get away! But there was nothing that could be done now. The binders around the man's wrists and ankles were linked to Manticore's suit controls...which were currently inoperative! Great! Manticore could hear the sound of footfalls splashing through puddles as someone ran away. Probably Doryan. Whoever was responsible for this would soon feel the wrath of--- "No hard feelin's, love. Just doin' my job, y'know?" The voice was so close that it almost startled Manticore. It takes a moment for the hunter to remember where he had heard it before. It was familiar, yet it didn't fit...Suddenly it clicked. Anger took hold of Manticore and he made to lung towards his unseen opponent. Reflexively, Manticore tries to activate his plasma gauntlets. But nothing was working. His entire repertoire of weaponry was stored away in the ionization unit on his belt. The hunter curses as his adversary simply sidesteps the blow with ease. "Tsk, tsk...I'd have thought you'd be smarter than that, Circe. Swingin' at a man blind just makes ya look the fool." Manticore grits his teeth at this last remark, but it was true enough. He stops lunging and merely stands there, blind and half deaf with rain pounding down upon his armor. When he speaks, the voice is no longer masked by the filteration system, but it is still muffled by the helmet and by the rain, "Firebrand...what are you doing here? The last time I saw you, you were being dragged away to an isolation camp on Caldoria..." The man standing nearby chuckles heartily, "Aye, that I was! Long time, eh, darling?" "Not nearly long enough." "Whassat? I can barely hear you through that thing. Why don't ya take it off? It's just you and me here. You don't have to keep up the tough guy hard-as-nails bounty hunter routine around me." Manticore gritted his teeth once more. As much as the hunter hated to reveal his true identity, Duncan Firebrand did indeed already know it. Although the two of them were old rivals, they were kindred spirits as well. Duncan was notorious in his own right. A seasoned smuggler, he was one of the best in the business. Manticore had captured him on numerous occasions and reaped quite a profit off of him. Somehow he always managed to escape whatever prison or dungeon that the authorities threw him in, though. In a twisted way, Manticore enjoyed this game of cat and mouse. For one, Duncan had made him extraordinarily rich. And two...well...though Manticore would never admit it, the hunter actually admired Firebrand. He had a certain finesse that no amount of advanced technology could replace. Perhaps that was why he had just bested Manticore with such a simple gesture. Sighing heavily, Manticore reaches up for the clasps to the helmet, slowly removing the cumbersome headpiece to reveal... A woman. Manticore was not a "he" at all. "Hey! There she is! I still don't understand why such a beautiful face hides behind such an ugly helmet!" Manticore's bright green eyes take in the sight of the man before her. Duncan was roughly the same age as she was. At least he looked it. It was hard to tell with their kind. Both of them appeared to be human. That is, they had the facial features of humans. However, Manticore's sleek, shoulder-length hair was a dark purple in coloration while Duncan's was a dirty sea-green color. A bit unkempt usually, but at the moment it was wet and clung to his neck and forehead. Firebrand only had one eye, his right one. It had a naturally crimson iris, which was normally unseen among humans. The left eye was no longer there, having been gouged out long ago in some past fight. A long, vertical scar could still be seen near his brow and on his cheek. Replacing this eye, however, was a mechanical one. It was computerized and had a menacing-looking reticule that was forever rotating when not being implemented to target something. This eye, added to Firebrand's natural skills as a smuggler, made him an ideal sniper. He was an excellent marksman...as Manticore could readily prove by her current situation. "So I don't have to put up with stupid compliments like yours." Despite herself, Manticore managed a wry smile. Duncan grinned and gave a flick with his right wrist. A bladed chakram of sorts folds neatly up and Duncan stows it at his belt. No doubt the weapon that had been used to shatter Manticore's lens. The smuggler was garbed like he nearly always was: Long black trenchcoat with matching black cargo pants, dark boots, and a bandolier with strange ammunition slung over his left shoulder. Twin pistols could be seen at his waist, as well as a six-inch knife and several small orbs which Manticore assumed were some kind of grenades. To finish it off, his trademarked twin katana blades were stowed comfortably behind his back, the strap for their sheaths crossing under the bandolier. She was sure that the visible weapons were only half of his arsenal. There was no telling how many gadgets were in that trenchcoat of his. Duncan smiles back, placing his hands on his hips, "Ah, don't be so hard on yourself, love. You've got a face that could kill. Trust me, I'd know!" He glances at the red tattoos that ran vertically over both of Manticore's eyes. It was so much like his own scar that it was almost flattering. Of course, she had had them long before the two of them had even met. Manticore frowns, suddenly remembering her predicament, "Duncan, you idiot! What do you think you're doing? You're interfering in something that's over your head! I've been tailing that man for almost a month now and not only did you let him get away, you BROKE the instruments I need to GET HIM BACK!!!" Duncan shrugs, spreading his arms wide, "Well...I'm gettin' paid plenty good to do it. Can't turn down a lil profit, eh?" "PAID!!! By whom? No one even knows I'm here!" "Ooooh, see now THAT information I'm not at liberty to divulge. They're a secretive group, savvy? Contacted me not...oh...half an hour ago. Hefty price they're payin' for something as fun as messin' with the great Manticore! Did I mention you're sexy when you're angry?" Manticore starts to make a lunge for Duncan. Even without the aid of her suit, she was quite a fighter, skilled in many forms of martial arts from various sentient planets. Even so, Firebrand's reflexes are even quicker. In a fluid motion so fast that she can barely see it, Duncan had drawn a katana blade and even now the sharp edge of the sword was pressing lightly, yet firmly against her throat. Duncan moves so that he is only inches away from Manticore's own pristine features. His countenance changes slightly into a frown. "Do you have any IDEA how much pain and suffering you've caused me, Circe? I've lost years of my life because of you. And I'm lucky it's only that, cuz I busted out every time!" The glowing red reticule of his mechanical eye seemed to glow suddenly brighter. "I have half a mind to slice your gullet right here and let the T.M.P.D. try to sort this one out..." Manticore...or "Circe", as Duncan referred to her...returns his gaze unwaveringly, "Then why don't you do it, Firebrand? It would save us both a lot of trouble and humiliation." Duncan scowls, then pushes Circe away, re-sheathing his katana. He looks away down the street. The sirens were still getting ever closer. "Cuz I may be many things, love...but a murderer ain't one of 'em." "Well, Mr. Firebrand...the man that you just let get away IS a murderer! Double homicide just tonight! You don't think that the people I chase down are saints, do you?!" Duncan's good eye goes wide as he hears this information. He seemed genuinely shocked to hear it. "I...I'm sorry, Circe. I didn't know. They didn't tell me that." Circe frowns, then sighs, "That doesn't surprise me. They wouldn't tell anyone that if they wanted someone to rescue him." She pauses, trying to catch Duncan's eye. Finally, he turns to look back at her with an apologetic look on his face and she continues, "You're a good man, Duncan. A decent one, anyway. You're just on the wrong side of the law." Duncan smiles, "Awww...is that sincerity I hear in your voice? You should speak for yourself, darling! Ya don't seem to be too popular with the locals, either!" As he speaks, he nods casually in the direction that the police sirens were coming from. "That's only because---!!! Wha...?" Circe cuts herself short mid-sentence. A glowing green sphere of light had just appeared around her, containing her like a large bubble. The tracking system! Of all the times for it to kick in! Well...at least she would be making a clean getaway. Too bad she couldn't say the same for Duncan! Still, she wasn't finished with him yet, "This doesn't change anything, Firebrand! As soon as I get my suit repaired, you're going back to number one on my hit-list!" "Awww...that's sweet. Really. I'll be lookin' forward to it!" Even as Duncan spoke, he noticed that the sphere surrounding Circe was growing brighter and brighter. He wasn't sure how she had rigged up such an elaborate and effecient method of transportation, but he grinned at the knowledge that it was now preventing her from getting to him. That was irony for you. Duncan raises a hand to his brow in a light salute, "Chau for now, love! Looks like you've got a plane to catch!" "When I catch YOU, Firebrand, I'm gonna----" Manticore's parting words are suddenly cut off, however, as the sphere around her glows blindingly bright...then disappears entirely, taking the hunter with it. At that precise moment, the brilliant red and blue lights of half a dozen police cruisers illuminate the street, sirens blaring. Several heads poke out of their windows to see what all the commotion is about. Duncan took that to be his cue to make himself scarce. He highly doubted he would fit any description that the witnesses would give of the famed "Manticore". That thought caused him to chuckle lightly. Still, his green hair and mechanical eye stood out...even in a city like Trevison. Strolling through the darkened alley from which he'd initially emerged, he pulls a coin from his pocket. Local currency. What was it called again? Oh yeah...a Leaf. Whistling casually, he flicks the small, leaf-like coin into the air, catching it and repeating the gesture as he walked. The fact that he had rescued a murderer disturbed him slightly. Still...cash was cash. And he was off to claim his reward... (( OOC: Well, that takes care of that. Muahaha! That reveals quite a bit about Manticore's nature, as well as her relationship to others. I'm having fun with Duncan already. And yeah...his accent is slightly Australian, but with a piratey vocabulary. After all, he IS a smuggler! Yes. I'm on a pirate kick. In this case...space pirate. Dunno how I'll bring him back into the RP, though. Or Manticore. Or Paradox. Bleh. Do your thing and I'll catch up, I guess. Somehow! )) |
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| LadySabre | Jul 26 2006, 06:53 PM Post #42 |
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Natalia continued to inspect the gun between her fingers as she waited for Lexi to finish getting ready. It was nice. A little awkward in her hands, but that was only because she'd been using the same pistol for the past two years. On occasion, she would load herself with a machine gun of sorts or a shot gun, but dual pistols was her favorite gun combo. Sadly, however, she had not brought her second pistol with her when she attacked Doryan. Curse her and her jumpy, quick to act nature. If she'd taken her time more and grabbed her other pistol, perhaps that would have killed Doryan and she wouldn't be in this huge mess. With an inward sigh, she looked to Lexianna. Was she ready yet? There she went again with her quick to act nature! Slow down, Natalia! "Alright..." Natalia still thought that her being able to feel if he was dead or not was a little odd. Perhaps she had a tracking device on him that would tell whether he was alive or dead. That would make sense. She had one of those on herself, after all. Which made her wonder what would Headquarters say about her blipping off the map for awhile and then reappearing in a completely different place... Too bad she couldn't hear them anymore. She'd deal with them later. She and Lexi had other things to deal with at the moment as she heard the TMPD banging on the door. Natalia's body stiffened. Had they found her? No. They wouldn't have sent mundane cops to get her anyways. They would send Mavericks. Shaking her head at Lexi, she lowered her pistol, pointing it at the door and clicking the safety off. "I don't know if it's police or not, but I don't think they're here to save me. They wouldn't have sent police. They'd have sent other Mavericks." Looking to Lexi, she nodded and clicked the safety off before chasing the woman down the hall. She had officially gone into battle mode - not a good mode for a trained 15 year old to be in. "Luestrife? What the -?..." She didn't finish her question as she heard the 'police' bang on the door one more time. "Alright, let's go." She could imagine it now... her signal would be beeping here in the Purple Goat... and then they wouldn't... But she'd reappear in a different part of the world. Oooh, that HAD to mess with the heads at HQ! Instead of watching Lexi, Natalia turned her body, aiming her gun at the front door again. The safety was on still, but not for long if anything broke through that door. Nothing did while Lexi opened the door, thankfully, and Natalia turned to face the lighted area that stood on the other side of the threshold. Letting Lexi step through first as this was her door and because she'd rather not be the one to step through if it was a trap, Natalia took a deep breath. Lexi seemed okay on the other side. Closing her eyes, she opened them again, a determined look in her eyes. She stepped through, grabbing the door handle and pulling it closed behind her. Good luck to whoever got into the apartment in pursuit of them. Lexi had taken the key... right? |
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Wash: I think they really captured his essence. Kaylee: He looks kinda mean. Wash: That's sorta what I meant. Simon: This must be what going mad feels like. Kaylee: Everywhere I go, his eyes keep followin' me... | |
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| Davyn | Jul 26 2006, 08:15 PM Post #43 |
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(( OOC: Forgive me if I'm wrong, but it would appear that Amy has a character waiting for the two of you in Luestrife already. I'm still debating as to what to do here. There's really no point in Manticore wanting to follow Natalia and Lexianna to the other side of the world. That was only a secondary objective. Doryan is the real target. Hmm...but perhaps I'll mess around with Duncan for a while. That could be fun. Oh well. If anyone has any suggestions what I should do, lemme know. )) |
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Blizzard Exec #1: I don't have a World of Warcraft account! Do you? Blizzard Exec #2: No...*sigh* I have a life. Randy Marsh: Give me the sword! I have a Warcraft account. I'm a newb, but I may be able to get it to Stan in time. Blizzard Exec #1: A newb! We can't trust the Sword of A Thousand Truths to a newb! Randy Marsh: It sounds to me like you have no choice! --South Park | |
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| Davyn | Jul 28 2006, 04:55 PM Post #44 |
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(( OOC: Hm...well, I WAS going to say, don't wait for me in your new thread, but it seems I can't reply there anyway. I dunno if that has to do with my still-active warning or if the Synester Republic is naturally blocked like that, but that sucks. Anyway...Your characters were transported half a world away, so unless a lot of time passes in your posts, neither Manticore nor Duncan will be re-joining anytime soon. Repairs must be made to Manticore's suit and it would take Duncan a while to find his ship and make it over there. (Duncan actually has to LAND his ship...he's not so high-tech as Manticore!) Anyway, yeah...Just thought you should know. Chau! )) |
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Blizzard Exec #1: I don't have a World of Warcraft account! Do you? Blizzard Exec #2: No...*sigh* I have a life. Randy Marsh: Give me the sword! I have a Warcraft account. I'm a newb, but I may be able to get it to Stan in time. Blizzard Exec #1: A newb! We can't trust the Sword of A Thousand Truths to a newb! Randy Marsh: It sounds to me like you have no choice! --South Park | |
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