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Post by Brawl on Feb 19, 2012 21:05:54 GMT -5
Month 6, Week 2, Day 2, following Domestic Dispute, somewhere on the highway near Detroit, semi-private
Brawl wakes up slowly, groggily, and groans. His head is killing her. It probably doesn't help that he's wearing one of those Hannibal Lecter style masks and really heavy manacles than encase his entire forearms. Also, he's still a female human, so there's that.
Whatever room he's currently in is all black metal, with no visible seams or way in or out save for the door, which is closed. He tries to stand up off the horrible cot he's on to hammer on the door with his manacles and at least annoy the living hell out of whoever is holding him, only to discover that there's a metal band around his waist holding him to the cot.
The sound of an engine and the sense of motion tells him he's probably in some kind of vehicle. Other than that, he has no idea what's going on, other than that he's in prison again.
Brawl really, really dislikes being in prison.
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Feb 19, 2012 21:54:42 GMT -5
It's pretty dark in the prison vehicle. Dark enough that if it weren't for her blonde hair and light skin, Elsa might have trouble picking up Carolyn where she sits near the door. The sniper has her rifle across her knees and is staring rather impassively at Elsa.
"You're early," she says.
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Post by Brawl on Feb 21, 2012 21:10:59 GMT -5
Vortex might say something about how he might be early, but Carolyn was going to be late, as in the late Carolyn Blake. (He would probably also coo at the bondage.) Swindle might make a joke about how he should get paid extra for early delivery. Onslaught would probably say something condescending and British whilst rolling his 'R's. Blast Off would probably keep quiet.
Brawl says "Your face is early!"
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Feb 22, 2012 0:23:04 GMT -5
"Hgn. Gertrude obviously didn't marry you for your eloquence," Carolyn shrugs a shoulder, "Though knowing her, you're probably just really good in the sack, which would be reason enough, I suppose."
"I kinda liked her, actually. She just didn't fit the team."
Her expression grows cold as she says, "So behave. Because I will kill you if you don't."
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Post by Brawl on Feb 24, 2012 16:19:41 GMT -5
Elsa decides to behave, inasmuch as she is no longer struggling with her bonds. She doesn't much want to be killed, and she figures she can always try to escape once the other woman leaves the room, or the compartment, or whatever you call it.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Feb 25, 2012 14:49:22 GMT -5
Elsa, while powerful, is just an insignificant C-list super powered goon. There are many like her, and she likely does not have any notable ties to more known names. In that regard, she is no different then any of the other prisoners in the convoy. All mooks that no one will miss, or certainly not risk even messing with a small unit of the taskforce that employs Carolyn.
So imagine the look of surprise on the face of the driver who is heading this convoy, when he sees someone further up the road. A tall man, body hidden by a blue coat. "Attention, this is Driver 1, we have an unknown up the north, requesting-" The man pulls out a cannon, fires a massive wall of sonic energy, and then the look on the driver's face is erased as metal crumples against flesh.
Elsa and Carolyn will probably notice their vehicle spinning out of control as the sound of metal carnage echoes around them. Something is very, very wrong.
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Feb 26, 2012 0:06:36 GMT -5
Metal shrieks, the vehicle spins, and Carolyn is tossed hard against the backdoor of the transport.
//What the <fruitcake*> is going on out there.// she radios the guard detail, just as the transport teeters and crashes into a ditch. In the cliche way of all action movies, the backdoor opens with the crash, and Carolyn, swings out. She rolls for cover and sights back down the road, looking for the cause of this mess.
She sees him in short order. Unexpected. Very. very unexpected.
//Arlen,// she radios on a different frequency, //I've got trouble.//
//It's Slaughter.//
Carolyn's voice is perfectly calm, but Arlen is her brother. He knows she wouldn't call him specifically if she wasn't rattled.
*The TV airings of the movies are always badly censor-dubbed. Sorry!
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Post by SceneMod on Feb 26, 2012 0:21:15 GMT -5
There is a dry, bored, cultured voice on that second frequency, //Mmm, I thought you were supposed to handle your hobbies on your own.//
He's teasing. She's not his sister by blood or adoption, but she may as well be. He'll come if she asks, despite what it might cost him.
//Slaughter. Hmm. And you want just me?// Carolyn called him, specifically. He's not the... cheeriest 'family' member. If she wanted the whole team...
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Post by Brawl on Feb 27, 2012 20:28:34 GMT -5
Brawl is not thrown about the vehicle as it spins out of control, by virtue of being bolted down to a bed. "Hey! What the hell's going on out there?!" she shouts indignantly. She seriously does not want to get motion sick while she's strapped down, thanks.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Feb 29, 2012 12:54:24 GMT -5
The sight of the convoy spiraling into chaos is positively delightful. But Lord Slaughter is not done yet. Far from it! He lowers his cannon, discs on it's structure spinning idly and crackling with energy. There's a cigar clenched in between his lips, the smoke of which he inhales deeply, before grasping it with the fingers of his free hand.
"Now." There is nobody besides him, no microphone in sight. And yet with a low buzz a drone rises up above the tree tops and flies towards the broken convoy and their attacker. As soon as it has passed Slaughter, the hatches on the bottom open, oil gushing out, leaving a trail to and over the trucks.
Octavian smirks.
He flicks the cigar.
Then watches the trucks burst into flame.
There. That will make it easier to approach the truck he's after, which is away from the now burning wreckage. Excellent. He starts running, avoiding the flames. When he gets close to a truck, he rips off it's doors, takes care of the guards, allowing the prisoners to escape. He does not care about them. But they will prove quite handy as decoys.
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Feb 29, 2012 19:45:28 GMT -5
//I want an extraction.// Carolyn says, //Things have escalated already to beyond salvation, and I can't be found here, dead or alive.//
//We're not ready to tackle him again yet,// Carolyn's voice is grim, determined, //I'm not losing anyone else//
The deaths of those in the convoy are regrettable. Distantly, a voice tells her that she should be trying to save them. They are soldiers, just like herself. But there are always casualties in war, and she can't afford to risk herself and the family on foolish sentiment.
Carolyn is not, however, a coward, and her issues with Slaughter are very, very personal. She knows she can't take him one-on-one, but if she stays crouching in a ditch, she'll certainly be dead before Arlen can get there. If she stays on the move, and as much off the defensive as possible, she may come out of this alive.
As she swaps the rounds in her rifle for ones designed after the team's first encounter with Slaughter, she idle wonders if this is what karma she gets for trying to be keep communications with someone outside of the family. Or, that quiet voice in her head adds, is it a punishment?
Carolyn takes aim at Slaughter and fires. She's off and sprinting for new cover without waiting to see how effective the experimental ammo might be.
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Post by SceneMod on Feb 29, 2012 20:08:48 GMT -5
Arlen was already arming himself as he spoke. By the time that Carolyn has finished, he is in something like full riot gear, and he has grabbed a machine gun full of experimental bullets and stowed an impressive number of knives on his person. Playing the action hero is not his particular specialty, but going up against Lord Slaughter, this is underkill, unfortunately.
Then a glowing doorway opens up from the dark room where he was, Arlen steps through, and the doorway vanishes. The first thing he looks for is cover. There is no sense in losing another one of them to Slaughter, nevermind that it should have been him that time. He hides himself away behind the burning wreckage of a truck.
The second thing that he looks for is Carolyn. Of course, she won't make herself easy to find.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Feb 29, 2012 20:53:50 GMT -5
Octavian works as swiftly as his armor allows him, ripping off doors, tossing them aside, killing guards and pulling prisoners out, leaving them to run into the forest. But as he does this he comes ever closer to his true goal. He sets his eyes on it, and just as he does, he sees someone nearby scramble away.
"Miss Blonde! How positively delightful to see you again!" He cries out, in a tone that is way too merry. He gives her a five second head start, idly turning his body to trail where he thinks she's going, with how quick she is to disappear from his sight. Then, he fires, the shock wave rippling forward and tearing up asphalt and knocking over any burning wreckage in it's path.
Then he feels something impact on his arm. Enough for it to sting. He growls as he automatically dives behind cover, grabbing a piece of torn metal to shield himself with as he does. The round punctured the outer layers of his suit, and it is embedded deeply enough for it to his skin.
But not pierce it.
"Oh, that tickled."
With a grunt he stands up and hurls the slab of metal at where the shot came from. Then he starts firing low intensity shock waves at every bit around him that looks like it'd make good cover.
"Impressive, miss Blonde! This is the first time you actually managed to get a round through my armor! If I were intending to let you walk out of this alive, I would ask you to congratulate your RD team on my behalf!"
He does not yet know that she has backup.
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Skipping Elsa with player permission.
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Mar 1, 2012 17:22:21 GMT -5
Carolyn dives, tumbles, and dives again as Slaughter scatters blast after blast across the burning convoy. She has to keep moving. Her body armor is better than military grade, but it won't keep those sonic blasts from splintering her ribs all over her insides. As it it, her body armor is showing the wear from catching the edges of shockwaves and bits of metal sent into the air like shrapnel.
Her cover is running out
A streak of black topped by flowing blonde shows momentarily against the fire's glow as she springboards over a burning truck. Sliding behind a small hill by the road that wouldn't offer enough cover for a child normally, she pauses for breath. The black smoke from the burning oil should buy her some time, unless Slaughter really wants to come after her.
A light on her glove clicks on, then off. She smiles. Her brother's here.
//Screw the congratulations. How 'bout I give them you instead? They can make you over to replace Aeris.// she says bitterly over the convoy radio. There's enough dead soldiers littering the area around Slaughter that he should hear the words with a nice bit of echo and distortion.
To Arlen she says nothing. She merely transmits a set of coordinates.
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Post by SceneMod on Mar 1, 2012 20:29:03 GMT -5
Arlen looks at the lay of the land. He looks at where Slaughter is. He thinks about what everyone here is most likely to do. He applies a margin of error. Then he opens a gate and throws a knife through it. The knife vanishes.
If he had been made as they wanted him, he could have probably just gated the knife into Slaughter's heart, but Arlen has trouble gating into solid objects. He is imperfect in many ways. That is why it should have been him, not Aeris.
His cover is being shaken apart. Arlen tries to move off for the coordinates given.
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