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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Mar 26, 2012 19:39:25 GMT -5
Month 6, Week 3, Day 7, Gertrude's residence, open
It took a while for Stella to hear and a while for her to pull a day of leave, but hey, she liked Gertrude well enough, and losing someone close is rough! Stella would know. Losing someone close because she turned out to be a supervillainess and a person of interest to Lord Slaughter... okay, that's never happened to Stella, but some damn fine soldiers ended up zombies during that incident in Japan. So she disagrees with the whole vigilante thing, too; that isn't important right now.
What is important now is that this is a rental she's putting into park in front of Gertrude's lawn, and the trunk contains a M134 General Electric Minigun. Stella thought about thermite, but thermite is for anniversaries, right? Miniguns are for 'sorry your wife is evil'. Stella's pretty sure she has that straight.
She pops open the door on the rental and looks out at the mess that once was a happy home. Stella has just one emotional recourse in a situation like this, to grin and declare, "Damn, I need the decorator's number - this looks so homey."
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Mar 31, 2012 17:21:28 GMT -5
Oh, like Carolyn showing up wasn't enough. She knew that this would just open the floodgates and invite all the crazy that she had banished from her life to come steamrolling right back in. It was only a matter of time before they will come to enlist her again, whether she liked it or not.
So no, Gertrude is not happy as she looks out of the window flap of her tent. Still...She always liked Stella. As much as she can like anyone. With a heavy groan she closes the flap back up and walks outside, dressed in gray overalls with a yellow short, cold blue eyes squinted as she watches the green haired woman approach. "Feh. Hey."
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Mar 31, 2012 21:25:31 GMT -5
Being a C-list superhero is not a good way to banish the crazy.Stella grins, because as far as Gertrude goes, that's practically a glowing hello. She tries to clap a hand on Gertrude's shoulder. Now, some of Carolyn's team would, at this point, be trying to do spooky posturing about who first can pull a gun on whom out of what implausible bodily cavity. That is not and has never been Stella's style. That is for people like IDW Jazz."Hey yourself, did I wake you up?" Stella jibes, "C'mon, you'll want to look alive for this." She hits the 'open boot' button on the keyfob, and the boot of the rental duly opens. Nestled therein is a crate of a certain size and shape.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Apr 7, 2012 19:58:14 GMT -5
"Hrmpf, for once you didn't."
Gertrude wants to stay grumpy.She really, really does. Especially with Stella touching her like that. But she knows Stella. She knows that she wouldn't lead her to her car without a reason. Her grumpiness is fading fast, and when the boot of the car opens, her eyes widen and a rare hint of a smile appears on her face. She even sounds a little excited! But only a little. She'd kill herself for acting giddy. "Is that what I think it is?"
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Apr 7, 2012 20:14:01 GMT -5
Stella is irrepressibly optimistic. Deep down inside, there is the Autobot whose reaction to Overlord was, 'This just got interesting,' when even Kup showed fear. Gertrude doesn't stand a chance.
She tries to give Gertrude a nudge and insists, "Open it and see! There's a crowbar for the crate right here in the trunk. Just don't ask me how I got it."
The story's pretty interesting, but sadly, Stella can't share it.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Apr 11, 2012 17:17:34 GMT -5
Gertrude looks at the crowbar, then back at Stella like she has grown a second head. Then she spits in her hands, rubs them together and grabs the lid of the box. "Crowbars are for-" Whatever she said is drowned out by the sound of the lid being torn off.
Gertrude's eyes light up when she sees what's inside.
"Oh. Hell. Yes."
Leather clad fingers dance over the gunmetal surface. There's a big grin on her face that's worrisome given the size of this gun. "7.62 millimeter. A rotating, multi-barreled weapon driven by an external power source. A firing rate of two to six thousand hot metal rounds per minute."
She grips the weapons' handle, shifts her stocky, short body, and with a grunt lifts the weapon out of the trunk. It's heavy, even for a super powered human like her, but oh, she looks so damn badass just standing there, the butt of the gun resting against her thigh, her body twisted to support the weight, and the end sticking into the air. She bites her lip and shakes it a little, like she's pretending to fire it, but without making any 'ratatatata' sounds.
"The M134 minigun. The ultimate murder machine."
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Apr 12, 2012 13:36:26 GMT -5
Crowbars are for people who can't tear open nondescript wooden crates with their bare hands, yes. No one Stella knows, in other words! Gertrude could have gone soft, though, in her time as a... vigilante.
Stella stays well behind Gertrude while Gertrude familiarises herself with her newest friend. It's not loaded, though there's some ammunition that was confiscated along with the minigun packed in the crate. Stella coughs and admits, "It was just gonna sit around in one of Control's warehouses. Figured you'd give it a loving home."
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Apr 19, 2012 15:25:07 GMT -5
Just because she's no longer killing anyone doesn't mean she has gone soft. She is working on her own against several dangerous people! Like the Secret Seven, and that dysfunctional group of cutthroats didn't have a 'no kill' policy.
Even if she didn't bring any ammunition, Gertrude wouldn't be bothered. She has several rounds of everything in her shed. "Hrmpf. I'd rather take it with me, but that ain't an option. So I'll have to." She lets out a wistful sigh. Oh, sure, she could tweak it into something non-lethal, but that would be like desecrating an altar dedicated to bloody violence by sprinkling it with lilies. Gertrude inspects the weapon one last time before slinging it under her arm, though she has difficulty keeping it up. She may have some superhuman strength, but this thing still is heavy. Then, she eyes Stella, wearily for a second.
And shrugs.
"Want a beer or somethin'?"
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Apr 19, 2012 20:48:27 GMT -5
Stella does not offer to help Gertrude with the minigun. She isn't being callous. It's Gertrude's gun now; Stella isn't going to imply that Gertrude is not woman enough to carry her own gun.
At the mention of beer, Stella grins widely, ">Police car<1, yes! What's good around here?"
Not that Stella really needs 'good'. She can deal with 'terrible'; then she gets to make fun of the beer for being so bad, which is its own fun.
1 Those pesky censors.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Apr 20, 2012 14:33:45 GMT -5
Nevermind that, Gertrude is rather possessive with her new toys. Back when she was young and wild, she broke a cop's arm for taking her gun after a search. "Well, I got a couple o' Salty Jans still laying in the fridge, along with a six pack of Calypso's Tryst. Don't let the fancy name fool you, it's <apple juice>. Could also head out into town and go hit the bars, but all they got is that Grolsch and Heineken swill." And under her breath, she mutters: "And there are people there."
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Apr 22, 2012 21:18:30 GMT -5
Stella chuckles, "G-d, I knew your wife was evil, but she bought that stuff, too? Fiend." This may be completely tactless, but this is Stella. She and tact aren't on speaking terms. Besides why else would Gertrude have cruddy booze? Has to be the evil wife.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on May 3, 2012 18:38:31 GMT -5
"Too soon, Stella." It's hard to tell what's colder: Her eyes or her voice. It's the only warning she gives her green haired friend associate. Then she forgets about it again, instead looking first at Stella's car, then at her tent, where the fridge currently is. "Well? Bar or here?"
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on May 6, 2012 10:36:27 GMT -5
Stella looks over he rental car and says cheekily, "A rental's the second best thing to go off-roading in. Let's go find some action."
OOC: Unless you really want to continue, maybe fade out on them going off to drink? I think the main purpose of this thread has been satisfied.
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