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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Jan 30, 2012 19:42:23 GMT -5
The kick connects, and for the second time, Gertrude is send flying and through yet another wall. This time she is send crashing into the media room, toppling a bigass Real3D-X TV, and coming to a stop against a multi media set up. For reasons that might never be known, it activates from the impact and goes to the first song on the play list, speakers build into the wall starting to let it sound all across the house. Gertrude gets up, blows the hair out of her face, and her blue eyes are on fire. Guzzle's in the house. "Let's tango." And with a mad battle cry she jumps up, running towards the hole, tossing the emergency-button on her comm-device once before tossing it aside, fist raised and ready to uppercut Brawl.
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Jan 31, 2012 18:31:09 GMT -5
Some time later
A long-legged blond in form-fitting tac gear perches on the roof of a building peering through binoculars. The butt of a very specialized rifle is resting on the roof next to her. The house once shared by Elsie and Gertrude Huldon is a near-collapsed ruin, but so far the feuding pair have managed to not damage their neighbors property.
Carolyn lowers her binoculars and props her arm on her bent knee. She could take one of both of them out from here, and she brought tranq rounds. Of course, that would just get them both tossed in the Hole for who knows how long. There's the two black and whites to deal with too, who've been crouched behind their car ever since a piano got tossed in their direction. Carolyn hates killing cops.
She takes up her rifle, stands, steps back a few feet, and then takes a running leap from the rooftop. A line shoots out and catches on the nearby cell tower and she swings. She continues to race over rooftops until she can flip down and land nearly silently behind the cops.
"Not your jurisdiction, boys," she says, flashing a badge that may or may not be legal, but usually suffices, "Just a domestic disturbance. I'll handle it."
While the two cops debate, she starts walking toward the two fighting women, dodging tossed objects all the way.
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Post by Brawl on Feb 1, 2012 18:58:57 GMT -5
Brawl is in the zone. The zone he gets in when he's in combat for a prolonged period of time, where he's riding the high and so angry it's borderline euphoric.
"Stand still so I can kill you!" Elsa roars. If this were a comic book, her hands would have concentric white rings around them at this point. If it were live-action, the air around them might be blurred as though from extreme heat. She stomps a foot on the floor, scattering debris, raising a little dust-cloud, and putting yet another crackly dent in what used to be very nice hardwood. It also sends out a sonic shockwave through the floor, aimed roughly in Gertrude's direction.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Feb 2, 2012 20:54:19 GMT -5
Guzzle is in the same zone. Unfortunately, Gertrude is a low class Meta, and Elsa's abilities are far more considerable. She's battered, bleeding, bruised but not broken, standing in the rubble of what was once their home, clutching her gun in one hand a broken bottle in the other. Cold eyes are pressed shut but bright with determination. "Yeah, not gonna make it that easy on you toots!"
When Elsa attacks with another burst of sonic energy, she dodges to the side, leaping through one of few standing walls that had a giant gaping hole in it, firing off more electro-rounds while hurling the bottle at the same time. She hopes backup comes soon though, she can't do anything with just the Judge.
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Feb 3, 2012 11:08:44 GMT -5
Carolyn lifts her rifle and aims at Elsa. Heavy duty tranq rounds. Carolyn wonders how many it will take to bring down the super-powered woman. To bad Arlen isn't here. They could take bets.
Or course, everyone once in awhile, there's the odd meta who won't go down. Carolyn has an answer for that, but it would probably make Gertrude mad at her.
"Gertrude," Carolyn calls, "I gave you that comm for emergencies, not for when you can't keep your wife satisfied."
She lets two of the tranquilizers fly toward Elsa.
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Post by Brawl on Feb 4, 2012 19:45:31 GMT -5
"Who the hell are you?! Scram!" Elsa growls at Carolyn, casting around for something to throw. She's already thrown most of the objects in her immediate vicinity with any kind of mass.
A couple of tranquilizer darts pierce her arm and she rips them out. She takes a moment to be surprised that they actually penetrated her skin as she starts getting woozy.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Feb 5, 2012 18:00:00 GMT -5
Carolyn's taunt just gets a grunt out of Gertrude. She'd say something more if she currently wasn't busy dodging energy attacks and stuff hurled at her head. Maybe. No she wouldn't.
When she sees those darts pierce Elsa's skin, she knows it's over. She gets to her feet, slipping her gun into it's holster while dusting off the soot, ash and dust that covers her tip to toe. "Hrng. Thanks. This was unexpected."
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Feb 6, 2012 0:44:31 GMT -5
Carolyn tsks as Gertrude puts away her gun. The hostile is not down and contained. Carolyn has seen many a meta soak up tranqs like sunshine before going down, woozy or no. She fires another round, this time at Elsa's neck.
Cocking one eyebrow up, Carolyn asks Gertrude, "You didn't know?"
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Post by Brawl on Feb 6, 2012 19:54:55 GMT -5
Elsa attempts to swat away the incoming tranquilizer dart, actually succeeding (it merely bounces off the fingers of her hand, leaving a hairline gash that is probably as painful as a papercut), but she's already woozy.
Brawl floats to the surface as she passes out, curling up into a fetal position as she topples forward.
She was trying to turn into a tank, but it didn't work.
OOC: Skippable due to being unconscious.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Feb 10, 2012 18:36:11 GMT -5
Carolyn's "tsk" just gets a tired glare from the redhaired short woman. She'd snark, say how she knows Carolyn handled bigger bruisers than this, but she's too sore. And bruised. And she may have broken a rib.
But that comment? Oh she'll happily snark at that. "You think I would have hidden an unregistered bruiser who could go psycho on me at any damn second?" She snarls, and with the adrenaline fading, Guzzle fades too. Leaving Gertrude back in charge, who's left with a whole lot of confusion. "Just tag and bag her already, Carolyn. I need to go find an ambulance."
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Feb 10, 2012 18:54:50 GMT -5
Shrugging, Carolyn says, "I thought you knew when you married her. I might have been able to warn you, otherwise.*" Might. Gertrude knows just how tight a rein is kept on Carolyn and her team. Her assisting here is skirting a very fine line as it is. She's on her a rare leave though, hence why she's alone.
"Got an ambulance coming," she says once Elsa is out, "Got a clean up crew coming as well." Indeed sirens- which have been conspicuously absent during the fight- are growing closer.
After securing Elsa, Carolyn walks over to Gertrude and tries to place a careful hand on the other woman's shoulder. It's meant to be a comforting gesture, but it and the next words from Carolyn seem forced, like she isn't used to comforting anyone. "I can probably get you in for visits. I'm owed a favor or two."
*Carolyn's organization knowing Elsa was a meta cleared by Elsa's player.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Feb 10, 2012 19:18:40 GMT -5
The revelation comes harder than one of Elsa's sonic attacks.
"You knew?"
The glare she levels on Carolyn is legendary. When she comes closer, the redhead brushes off the hand. She would have anyways, but there is a coldness in her eyes when she does. This is exactly why she left that damn group.
"Hrn. Not sure if I even want too."
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Feb 10, 2012 19:53:26 GMT -5
Gertrude's glare is met with a cool, even look from Carolyn. Yes, she knew. Knowing the location of possible meta threats is her job and quelling those threats is quite literally what she was made for. The smaller woman should consider herself lucky. Leaving- alive- wouldn't have been an option if Gertrude were more involved.
"Your option."
Carolyn turns back to Elsa, hefts the unconscious woman over her shoulder and starts to walk toward the armored transport which just arrived.
OOC: carting Elsa around w/ permission. Move to wrap so that we might move to the next phase in this nefarious plot?
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Feb 10, 2012 20:11:01 GMT -5
It would have been nice if anyone had even bothered to ask her if she knew that her wife was a meta. She wouldn't have broken off the engagement over it, but it still would have been a handy thing too know.
Gertrude watches Carolyn leave, her soon to be ex-wife carried like a large sack of meat. Strangely, this still does nothing. She knows that she should be deeply upset over this, but...With a frustrated grunt she turns and walks over to an ambulance that just pulled up. It's getting hard to breath.
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Wrap here?
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