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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Mar 2, 2012 21:37:02 GMT -5
"Oh, do run! It only adds to the thrill of the hunt!" Octavian taunts in a most gleeful manner. But as much as he wants to give chase and add another one of this mysterious endearing task force to his tally, he has a mission to complete.
He almost halts when he hears her speak into his ear piece. Well that is certainly new. It would seem that he's not the only one who tapped into the convoy frequency. Not that he lets it stop him. //Tsk. Manners. And do try to be a realist, miss Blonde. You are certainly welcome to try, but truth is, if you attempt it I will...Well, I don't really need to say it, do I? It is right there in the demeaning, yet quite appropriate nickname.//
Evil, ominous chuckle.
//The only reason I have not yet killed you is because you are so terribly endearing with your staggering incompetence.//
He keeps walking towards the transport containing Brawl, and the closer he comes, the less attention he pays to where he is firing. He wants her to not run around for this next part. He wants her to listen.
This will be fun.
//Would you like to know what entertains me the most?//
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Mar 2, 2012 22:07:12 GMT -5
Carolyn is cursing herself for a thrice-damned fool. Never, in any of her engagements, has she ever been goaded into talking to a mark. She took Aeris's death entirely to personally, and it's showing. Family has died before. Why is this one affecting her so badly?
Is it because before, the objective was always completed, the murderer always punished, yet here before Carolyn is their- her- only true failure? Or is it that voice that has recently been insisting that what they do is not right?
All she knows is she better get her scrap together now because Control will try to "fix" her. She doesn't want to wind up like Arlen, scarred and broken. She damn sure doesn't want to wind up like Aeris.
Slaughter will get nothing from her now, except a bullet if he shifts his position just a wee bit more....
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Post by SceneMod on Mar 3, 2012 20:02:27 GMT -5
Arlen knows that he has to bring Carolyn back. Carolyn is his superior, both in rank and, in truth, in every possible way. Compared to her, he is expendable. If Arlen fails to bring her back, he may go to pieces (in tidy little organ coolers).
He does not think Slaughter has noticed him yet, which is predictable enough and well within the acceptable variation of parameters. Slaughter has an odd tendency to focus unduly on women. Arlen sometimes wonders if Control designed Carolyn that way on purpose, not against Slaughter in specific of course, but against those sorts in general.
Oh, Carolyn is lining up a shot? That is also within acceptable parameters. Arlen lays himself down into a shallowing of the ground for cover to give her just a moment for her shot. He would not dream of interrupting her, but as soon as she does, he is getting her out of here.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Mar 3, 2012 22:16:55 GMT -5
Octavian, unfortunately, does not yet give her the shot she is waiting for. He stops behind the torn remains of a truck that was hit hard by one of his sonic attacks, using the opportunity to check his weapon.
Though mostly so he can taunt her some more. He is not bothered by her lack of a reply. He is a super villain. It's his job to keep his villainous monologue going.
//If you were not so incredibly entertaining, I would have killed you long ago. Then your precious 'Aeris' may have lived! Of course, then I would have missed out on your pathetic grasp on the concept of 'giving cover'.//
Now, time to twist the knife.
//Or his truly enjoyable final moments. I will not give you the cliché that he begged in his final moments. He did not say a word. Of course, I did not give him the opportunity to do so. His death gurgles were magnificent.//
Now he steps out from behind his cover. Raises his weapon. If she reacts to that taunt and shows her pretty little blond head, or even a glint of her scope, he will immediately take the shot and attempt to blow her away.
He is really, really hoping that she is so predictable.
Of course, he still doesn't know about her brother's presence, nor of the knife floating around in invisible doors. It would be extremely ill timing if it came popping out now.
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Mar 3, 2012 22:43:58 GMT -5
Carolyn is entirely too much the professional to rise to that bait, her momentary lapse aside. When Slaughter disappears behind the truck for a moment, she takes the opportunity to roll behind a chunk of door that was blown nearer her position. Flimsier cover, but better coverage than the hill.
As Slaughter's taunts grow more personal, her fingers tighten painfully around her rifle stock. She doesn't want to just kill that sorry broom head*, she wants to watch him die in as horrible a fashion as she can imagine. And she can imagine quite a lot of terrible deaths.
Luckily, the car door still has its side mirror intact. It isn't an excellent way to watch the field behind her, but it helps.
//Arlen,// she murmurs, sending him two sets of coordinates, //Scooby Dooby Doo.//
*yes, more network censoring.
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Post by SceneMod on Mar 3, 2012 22:58:55 GMT -5
Arlen would sigh, but that would be unprofessional. He did not spend his childhood watching cartoons. He envies those who did. 'Scooby Dooby Doo'? All the same, he knows that manoeuvre, and he opens one gate for the bullet to enter and one for it to exit.
Then he rises and tries to sprint for Carolyn's position. She needs to be out of here.
The knife is not hiding in a dimensional door. The knife was sent straight up a few miles. It is now falling, at supersonic speed, heated to 1,260 °C (2,300 °F), directly at Slaughter's head.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Mar 3, 2012 23:13:50 GMT -5
She doesn't reply, nor even attempt to take a shot. How disappointing. The satisfaction of knowing that she is boiling is not enough. He wants to rattle her very being!
Oh well, he will have to make do with rattling her bones. He starts firing his weapon again, and while the shots are now lower powered, their firing rate has increased dramatically. He is firing small shock waves like bullets from a machine gun now, at everything that pops into sight.
He only stops when he hears something. A faint whistling that is rapidly closing in. He looks around. "What the blazes is that infernal noise...?" He looks up.
Splork.
He drops his weapon.
Because he now has a *firetrucking* knife stuck in his *Jesus be praised* eye.
Octavian stands there, his other eye wide open in utter shock, staring at the handle that is sticking out besides his nose. A hand that is unhealthily steady lifts to grab it. Then he yanks on it.
Spluuurp-pop.
Lord Slaughter is a high class meta, but that does not mean that he is invincible. Of course, his skull is dense enough to stop the knife from inflicting horrendous damage. But other bits are more squishy. And he does feel pain, which he is kick to prove as it kicks in. The following tirade as it kicks in is so vile that the TV broadcast will simply have several long stretches of bleeping interspersed with horrendous threats spouted over the convoy's radio band.
Carolyn thought that she knew many horrible deaths? She better pray that Octavian will never get his hands on her because he is far more imaginative.
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Mar 4, 2012 0:06:43 GMT -5
Carolyn crouches behind the door trying to watch for Slaughter using the door mirror. The sudden cessation of shots coupled with the very loud tirade of threats and curses makes her smile cruelly. She doesn't know what Arlen did, but she's going to make sure he gets that leave for a trip to Monaco he's been angling for.
Speaking of Arlen, Carolyn rises up in a crouch to meet her brother's rush. Taking aim, she fires into the small gate that opens in front of her. If Slaughter hasn't completely moved out of the margin of error, he's about to get a bullet to the back of the head.
"How's that for cover fire you son of a bitch." she murmurs
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Post by SceneMod on Mar 4, 2012 15:50:35 GMT -5
Arlen does not touch Carolyn, but he moves as close as air and opens a gate just large enough for her and then him to exit through.
He can only gate so far in a day. He cannot gate them back to their current base. Luckily, there is a safe house not far from here, though that is not so much luck as it is the consequence of prudent planning.
Arlen is unsure if he wishes to see the safe house's guardian, but he is a beggar for options at the moment. He went and made Slaughter angry, which is never wise.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Mar 4, 2012 16:47:28 GMT -5
Octavian is hurting and disoriented, but he is also angry. It is this anger that makes him stop fumbling like a buffoon and instead kneel to grab his weapon. When he hears the whizzing of a bullet passing him, he immediately brings a hand up to see if his ear is still attached. Because that would just add insult to injury.
After he has rises again he starts firing blindly, fury etched onto his blood-stained face. When he is done it looks even more like a war zone. But no blond corpse in sight. He fumes, then turns on his heel and starts running towards the truck. Shifting his attentions to Brawl is the only thing that will prevent him from going stark raving mad with blood lust.
//Agent Vortex. Proceed with pick up.//
The side of the truck is simply torn open and Octavian climbs in, looking at the woman contained within, face bloodied and with one glowing eye. "Hello, Brawl."
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Mar 4, 2012 17:57:47 GMT -5
She doesn't say anything to her brother. What she does do, if he allows, is grasp his hand and give it the smallest, softest squeeze possible. They don't thank each other. It's an unspoken rule, because thank you implies obligation and you can't be obligated to people under your command. Not like that. The rare physical contact will have to suffice.
Carolyn is up and through the gate, not bothering to check to see if her shot scored a hit or not. If it did, it wouldn't be a killing hit, and she knows it. But damn if she wouldn't love it if it had left him marked like Arlen's trick did.
Out of thread
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Mar 4, 2012 18:03:34 GMT -5
Ooohooo, Octavian sounded pissed. //Yes sir,// Valerie smirks as the heli descends, idly wondering whatever could have pissed the guy off so much. Not that he wasn’t hard to piss-off, but Valerie hasn’t managed to make him sound this infuriated despite her best efforts.
The clouds part, revealing a scene of chaos an death scattered out below her between streams of black, black smoke. The woman cranes her head and squints at the ground below, trying to see where Slaughter had ended up in the mess with little success. She sighs in mild annoyance and concentrates, sending a gust of wind under the helicopter to scatter the curtains of smoke.
Ah, there he is. Looks like he got their target too. Elsa Huldon or something, although Octavian always referred to her as ‘Brawl’. Kind of like how he always referred to Valerie as Vortex all the time but Valerie finds she doesn’t mind the impromptu renaming too much. The name was cool and he was paying her and the pilot honestly couldn’t give any more of a damn than that.
She manoeuvres the helicopter down, down until it was hovering a few meters off the ground a few dozen yards away from Slaughter and Brawl.
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Post by SceneMod on Mar 4, 2012 18:13:47 GMT -5
Arlen would never touch Carolyn, unless it was necessary for a mission. He feels a mild flush when she deigns to touch him. Then Arlen worries, because Carolyn is behaving very unlike herself. He hopes she does not lead herself to her own termination. Control might just scrub the whole team if she does, Arlen fears. If he fears for other reasons, those reasons are not worth considering.
Once she is through the gate, he throws himself through the gate, and the doorway winks out of existence.
OOC: Out of thread.
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Post by Brawl on Mar 4, 2012 18:16:00 GMT -5
Elsa glares at Lord Slaughter as she struggles with her restraints.
"Who the hell are you?! What's going on!? Lemme outta this so I can kick your ass! I AM CONFUSED AND ANGRY!"
There's still time to walk away, Onslaught.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Mar 4, 2012 19:13:13 GMT -5
Elsa will not have to struggle long with her restraints. Octavian moves to grasp the assembly, then halts to stare at her with his good eye. "Forgive me for my French, Brawl, but I am currently not in the mood for your *horse radish* ."
The sound of his fist impacting on her nose echoes through the truck.
Moments later Octavian emerges from the truck, a barely conscious Elsa slung over a shoulder. He's actually smiling as he approaches the helicopter, while his voice is quite bright and cheery, if still a little shaken from the pain of his torn eye. "Right! Now that you are no longer able to annoy me with your attempts at blind violence: My name is Lord Octavian Comstock, but you might know me as Onslaught. It is good to see you again, Brawl." Quite good. Man that punch was just cathartic. _________________________
Abusing and carrying done with player permission.
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