Was that true? It would certainly explain her urgency, but who the hell took a job which meant death if you failed? Raze knew all too well that sometimes you
had to do things you didn't want to do, because the alternative was not exactly pretty. "I... understand."
Day 425: Highway to Hell
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Posts: 301 06/13/09 12:35 AM Cry Havoc, and let loose the Dogs of War |
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Posts: 220 06/13/09 1:19 AM |
Even as he was scrambling from under the car, Joe had changed back in to himself- there was no way he could beat the ganger in the body of a small boy. He was
on top of the guy immediately, his first priority grabbing the wrist that held the smoking gun. He started slamming the hand against the pavement, trying to
get the guy to drop the gun, and make sure he wouldn't be able to shoot Joe point blank. He could immediately tell that the guy was a bit bigger than
him...let's change that. With barely a thought, Joe started to shift and grow while grappling with the Halloweener. In two seconds, it was no longer Joe on
top of the guy, but Tyros- the first big guy that had popped in to his head. Even if his physical strength didn't change when he transformed, the added
reach and girth would help- plus there was the intimidation factor.
He brought his head back a few inches, then snapped his ham-sized forhead down at a head butt for the gangers' face. |
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Posts: 58 06/13/09 2:19 AM A Very Bad Papercut
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Freya would remain silent unless he interrogated her further, however depending on the question, she would either ignore him, or give a vague
answer. She really wasn't enjoying riding a motorcycle on her stomach.
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Posts: 2198 06/13/09 5:49 AM Kwisatz Haderach |
Once more, the explosion resonates throughout the block. The description of a canon would fit best. Three shots, tried and true. Rubber and metal sent flying
as one wheel was blown off. Explosions of sparks and metal as the two remaining shots tore through the metal bumper and hood of the car. Black smoke rose from
the hood of the car, a tell tale sign it was not long for this world, but it started up toward Jack, albeit slowly. Three more bottles came
flying over head, one seemed to head toward Jack, the other the hood of his car, and the third was way off and was likely to go over his car
by far.
From the alleyways on both sides of the streets came a small rumbling. Three Halloweeners on each end were pushing large dumpsters over the sidewalk and toward the street. Their goal, in conjunction with the car, was to attempt to block off the street. There was a struggle between Joseph and the man for the gun. At first, the man indeed have the upper hand but then Joseph began to shift. The form and frame of the mighty Tyros had the man pinned. Not only was their the intimidating man but his added weight. Though, Joseph would feel that strange tingling he felt once more. With the added weight, was muscle mass. As Joseph brough his head against the thugs, he feel the added strength in the blow. Slevin, if so inclined, would wake up now. |
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Posts: 301 06/13/09 5:34 PM Traitorous Whore |
She had to help him, somehow. She hadn't been shot - she was still trembling slightly, but she needed to help him - Joseph, the changer. Her
stalker, so to speak. She she did - he had the man pinned, had the halloweener held down. These were not heartless's men, so she felt no pity as she
slammed her foot into the hand holding the gun.
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Posts: 212 06/14/09 4:21 AM HAX DA PLANET!
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"Why am I hanging over a moving vehicle?"
Slevin asked as he woke up, and just about freaked out, trying to grab something and balance himself while he... only had one arm??! He forwent the obvious freak out, figuring it had something to do with him passing out and tried to get his bearings, trying to sit up using his one arm on the moving vehicle. |
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Posts: 302 06/14/09 5:00 PM Cry Havoc, and let loose the Dogs of War |
Raze just barely heard Slevin through his helmet and over the sound of the motorcycle. "You've been in a
little... situation. Stay still." Not wanting his friend to see the girl sitting in the front, and freak out, he was trying to keep him from
looking around too much. "Just lie back, and enjoy the ride."
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Posts: 213 06/14/09 5:15 PM HAX DA PLANET!
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"Considering I cant get up with one arm, I'll do that."
The hacker said, focusing on his tainted skin and trying to make it do anything, he didn't have a binding. Honestly, he was bored. He shrugged and just kept staring at the road. |
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Posts: 303 06/14/09 5:50 PM Cry Havoc, and let loose the Dogs of War |
Raze looked down at the frontal occupant of the bike, and placed a finger on his helmet (right around the part where his mouth would be). It might have been
best for her to remain quiet for the time being, as there was no telling how Slevin would react if she spoke, and he recognized her voice. They were in an
unprotected, moving vehicle, after all... somebody going crazy on it wouldn't have been good for stability issues.
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Freya heard Slevin wake up as he started speaking, but she had nothing to say to him. Her business with him ended when she
cut his arm off, and he wasn't threatening her at the moment. Not to mention, starting trouble on a mode of transportation isn't the wisest idea, and
if she wanted to prolong her own well-being, such conflict should be avoided. That, and she was in a slightly better mood considering she was on her way to
the Junkyard.
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This will either look cool or be horribly punished. | #111 | ||
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Posts: 1445 06/15/09 1:10 AM Tries Too Hard |
The car was blown to bits, but apparently not out. At least one Halloweener was alive, or at least alive long enough to
aim the car slowly back at Jack, while someone else threw more molotov cocktails. As this was happening, other punkers
were trying to seal off the street.
Jack wasn't wasting "Z-Killer" rounds on fodder easily. He also doubted even his ability to fire the monster gun one handed without harm. Fortunately, he still had two loaded .357 "normal" magnums on him, if he needed them. A third was empty, and the 4th Dawn still had. Jack eyed the three bottles, noting the favorite explosive of gang bangers who hang out at seedy bars (like the one Dawn worked at). Guessing the trajectory of the bottle that was clearly missing his car and immediate allies, he didn't bother with it. Slipping the Z-Killer back into his holster for now, Jack's eyes instead followed the other two, coming for him and his car (which was still rather close to him, albeit he wasn't immediately next to the driver's seat anymore after the last few shots). Over the course of the car-chase-battle Jack had mostly been letting his machines or weapons do the talking for him; aggressive driving, a car-gadget, his normal and "new" gun(s). Now it was time to use his superhuman body. Making a short hop atop the side of the hood of his car for extra leverage and bounce to his next move, Jack propelled off of the vehicle with his leg muscles and timing. His action was both simple but complicated; graceful yet dangerous for even peak human athletics. He sailed upwards, getting whatever "air" that someone of his stats could accomplish, grabbing the bottle aimed for him in his left hand and the one for his car in the right; his touch aimed to be gentle enough to not cause the objects to explode, but firm enough to catch them for that split second. Immediately after catching the air-borne objects, Jack releases them (with thrust-like arm motions) away from him in two general directions; one back at the mangled car, and the other at some of the Halloweeners moving the dumpster. It was possible that his aim wouldn't be 100%, but with the case of explosives or "objects that spread fire as they shatter/hit something", being close still counted. Jack's error perhaps was taking the non-Heartless or Tainted members of the Halloweeners less seriously. That ended when Prin got hit. No fucking around. Take them all out and get to the Junkyard ASAP. |
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Joe shifted in to Tyros, in the midst of his struggle with the gang man. As he changed, something very strange happened: it felt as if the man he was fighting
had suddenly grown much weaker. It went from a life and death struggle that Joe was not nearly certain he could win, to an easily won contest. His head snapped
down in the head butt, and that definitely felt different: much more powerful. And the response was equally surprising: blood spurted from the man's nose,
and his fighting immediately weakened as he was dazed. At the same time, the tingling sensation had returned to his body as he transformed.
But Joe was in the middle of a struggle to the death, and all these thoughts were immediately pushed to the back of his mind with no consideration. He didn't question the fact that he was suddenly the more powerful force in the fight, or the fact that his taint was acting beyond any capacity he had seen before or come to expect. After the head butt, he noted that Dawn was helping, and had pinned down the hand with the gun. Taking advantage of the time he'd gained through the head butt, Joe grabbed the man's other wrist with his hand, and pinned it to the ground, also finding this easier than it should have been. He raised himself slightly, and brought the other fist down in a haymaker for the guys face. The force of the impact surprised him, and pain shot in to his fist, but he ignored it. Elevating himself so he was on his knees over the guy, he kept the one hand pinned, and brought his fist down in to the Halloweeners face- one, two, three more times. Blooded sprayed upward with each blow, and the guys struggling had weakened considerably. Joe gripped the man by the throat, and squeezed as hard as he possibly could, starting to crush the life out of the gang banger, watching the veins on the muscled arm stand out. He was panting, and sweating all over his body. His fists were covered with blood, most of it not his own. Blood pounded through his ears, and there was adrenaline pumping through his body. He didn't know what was going on, or how he was able to do what he had done. All he knew was, he liked this feeling of power. |
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Posts: 2200 06/15/09 4:52 PM Kwisatz Haderach |
Thing's weren't go well. That's when Jack did something really cool. With superhuman speed and grace, the two projectiles that
had been in the air were snatched out and sent hurtling toward different targets. The first came crashing down on the vehicle that had been approaching. Jets
of flame shot up and at least 4 men came diving out of the car. The driver had not been so lucky, his screams were head as the rest of the cocktails in the
back of the car went off. The majority of the men that had escaped the car were scaped up and bruised but in good condition.
Dawn had the man's wrist pinned and that is when the Joseph/Tyros had begun wailing on the man. Joseph/Tyros wasn't the only one thrown off by the unexpected strength and power. The man started to take a beating and was semi consious as the hands wrapped around his throat. Precious oxygen being cut off as the man's free hand struggled to weakly grasp at Joseph/Tyros shirt. One moment, the man was simply going to choke out, the clear fear and terror in his eyes. The next, there was a loud snap as his neck was broken. Of course, this is where things got fun. The flaming projectile that went far over the car, splattered its flames about. It had ignited the oil slick Jack's car had paved the ground with, setting the back end of the street ablaze and cutting off their escape. There was a scream or two of course but they were drowned out by the roar of motorcycles. The flames were visible through the black smoke. One moment there seemed an odd serenity to the scene. The roaring motorcycles that had literally gone airborne, out of the fog disrupted that. As the cycles roared passed, it was visible most held two men on them. Men began leaping from airborne motorcycles, either tumbling and rolling to their feet or, in Joseph's unlucky case, diving at him. Two men collided onto him, while a third, completely missed and tackled into Dawn. Ethan would find that all other points toward the Junkyard were either blocked off or hours out of the way. That ultimately lead him to two things. The fading block smog left by Jack's vehicle or the line of flame that lead toward the only path... And ultimately into a fight. |
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Fortunately, the time it took the Halloweeners to dodge various explosions and fire from Jack's counter allowed him time to finish his flip and land on the street level on his heels, although when he did Jack found himself immediately fired upon. He'd destroyed the car and incinerated the Halloweener driver, but his chums all escaped. While a few were banged up, Jack suddenly
had sixteen men all firing at him at various places with various guns. And that was atop the audible roar of motorcycles getting closer, spotting at least one
emerge from smoke and fire behind them. That wasn't Jack's immediate concern.
Jack was in motion immediately after landing, and bullets likely missed his feet by a split second. Despite his speed and agility, though, it was 16 men shootint at him. He took at least two slugs in his vest, and while the kevlar held, they didn't exactly feel like popcorn hitting his chest; it was akin to two sudden, hammering blows. A few shots ripped through his coat-tails, and Jack likely would have a graze wound along his left arm, a slice through leather and skin a centimeter or so deep; nothing major, but a wound nevertheless. All this of course helped Jack keep focus, remind him that he was fighting for survival, not just his own but Prin's and his comrades, Dawn, Prophet, and Joseph. They were fighting their own battle (Jack presumed), but they weren't near his league. Sixteen. The driver's side door to his car was still ajar from when he exited to fire the "Z-Killer"; he had simply moved away from it. Jack flipped and swurved towards it, moving behind it and using the door for cover, braced in a way that bursting window from it from a shot wouldn't injure him. The door was still metal and thicker than his skin. It would do for cover for now. Jack would have thrown one knife for one of the fleeing thugs from the car as he slid behind the open door of his car, aimed for neck. With his might a decapitation was possible. Fifteen. Jack wanted for the end of the first salvo, feeling fresh blood trickle from the graze wound as he drew his two normal .357 magnums from their sheathes, going dual handed. He had plenty of rounds, the dilemma was taking a second to reload, and having three guns on him rather than four; Dawn still had one. One by one. Make every shot count. Whittle down. Using the cover for his advantage to aim, Jack let loose his own salvo of shots, seven from each gun, at the Halloweeners shooting at him. One shot for each one in a quick flurry of trigger-pulls, his precision honed and machine like. Still, he had better odds of scoring instant kill shots for those without cover. |
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Posts: 304 06/16/09 4:05 PM Cry Havoc, and let loose the Dogs of War |
Shit. There were only two open routes heading in the direction the girl had pointed to, and neither
looked very inviting. "We got a choice between smoke and fire. Anyone care to flip a coin?" It was like
choosing which you'd rather have cut off, your arm or your leg. That wasn't any kind of choice at all, and Raze would rather simply not have to make
it.
"I don't suppose this is far enough, is it?" He asked his front side passenger, thought he didn't expect her to let him go so easily. |
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"We are not at the Junkyard, therefore no, it is not far enough. It looks like we're going to get dragged into the gang fight
no matter what we do. It's time to take a chance," Freya said, her hands
playing with the plasticuffs, wondering if she could cut through them without him noticing, in case she had to defend them from other bikers.
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"Raze, dude, halp."
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Joe blinked down at the dead man in surprised as he squeezed the neck until it snapped. He had certainly meant to kill the man, but he didn't think he was
capable of snapping his neck. Still, he was thankful that the man died when he had, because an instant later two more Halloweeners barreled in to him, jumping
from moving motorcycles. Their momentum sent all three of them spinning and rolling, to stop again a few feet later.
Two men were certainly much harder to beat than one, and Joe wished he had a knife or some other weapon. Still, the rush of fear and desperation that normally accompanied any fight he was in didn't calm. Instead, the normal feeling had been replaced by a sort of confidence. Always before, Joe was a phenomenal actor; he could change in to a big guy, and act tough to the point where he felt tough. but now, for whatever reason, he was tough. Maybe he'd even tricked his body in to believing it, and thus it had become true. Joe shifted his weight and rolled slightly so he was on top of one of the men, trying to use his weight to hold the guy down. At the same time, he lashed out with both fists at the other man in the grapple, also thrusting in elbows when he couldn't bring his fists to bear. |
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Posts: 305 06/16/09 8:35 PM Cry Havoc, and let loose the Dogs of War |
"Well... I'd rather go towards what I can see, than what I can't." It was, unfortunately, a
painfully obvious choice. "Slev, keep quiet... and hang on!" Suddenly throttling the bike even harder,
Raze meant to cross the path of fire as quickly as possible. Lingering certainly wasn't going to help things. Perhaps they'd get lucky, and be ignored
by both sides, if they moved fast enough.
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Posts: 302 06/16/09 9:45 PM Traitorous Whore |
Her head was spinning. Something had hit her - slammed into her like a truck. She gasped loudly, trying to get air into her lungs, to orient herself as the man
appeared above her. A knife - she had a knife. Her hand scrambled to reach down, to grab the knife she had tucked neatly away. This was not a time for grace,
or precision - this was a time for desperate slashing and pushing, trying to get the man off her, to get her away from him. She was kicking out while slashing,
trying to roll away - to get up, to get on her feet.
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