Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Sept 1, 2012 14:58:30 GMT -5
OOC: M7W1D4, afternoon. Semi-private. Skylar's presence with player permission.
It is a pleasant day in Detroit; the sun is just a little warm, but the steady breeze keeps everyone cool as they bustle about the downtown shops. Rachael finds it all rather confining, in part because of the accursed sun hat that she picked up by reflex on her way out. She remembered to tie it under her chin with a scarf to avoid losing it this time, but she would just as soon feed the thing through a wood chipper and strangle the hat's maker with her scarf.
She has no interest in shopping, either, though her gaze lingers a moment on the old-fashioned ice cream parlour across the street. Her only business here today is to meet with a client. The invitation arrived with a box of exquisite petit fours from a new patisserie she has been considering, only to put off the urge as another of those vexing human impulses. Now she has little excuse.
"You should wait somewhere nearby," she advises Skylar as the patisserie comes into view on the next block and an instinct twists in her middle, in the back of her mind. Her gaze turns fuzzy for a moment as she consults her strangely meshed memories for the answer to that sudden, reflexive feeling. "I work alone. Clients will question if I bring a companion to meet them." When she says I, she means her human self, she thinks. She focuses on that to keep the lines from blurring.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Sept 2, 2012 21:12:18 GMT -5
Skylar scowls unhappily at her partner at the mention of going in alone but inclines her head in acquiescence. She will be nearby, keeping watch in case Rachael does need her. She doubts it however, considering the other woman’s greater experience in close range combat but back up never hurt to have.
So Skylar will just be here, feeling vaguely unhappy about being unable to provide air support. Enjoying the sunshine and scaring the locals. Yes.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Sept 8, 2012 23:23:43 GMT -5
Skylar will simply have to stew unhappily. Rachael has an established protocol to follow in this odd human life and she has no idea what sort of disruption will attract undesired attention before she has a plan for handling it, so follow protocol she will.
She leaves her hat on as she enters the patisserie, though she removes her sunglasses and tucks them into the ridiculous purse hung over her shoulder. The air is heavy with the scent of vanilla and raspberry, and she sees one apprentice carrying a tray of tiramisu. Much to her irritation, her mouth waters. Perhaps this would-be client will do the smart thing and ply her with confections. She reminds herself to set some aside for Skylar as a sort of peace offering for having to leave her behind.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Sept 9, 2012 17:41:06 GMT -5
While Rachel is entering the front door of the patisserie, Bane Crusher is busy busting in through the back of the jewellery store next door. He doesn't usual get hired for simple robberies like this, but his current employer has some sort of plan involving robbing half the jewellery stores in Detroit simultaneously or something. Bane didn't really care about the particulars of whatever crazy plan he was a part of anymore than he had when he was working for Megatron. As long as he got to break stuff, he was happy.
Though his pleasure at busting down a door and proceeding to frighten people and smash jewellery cases with his fists is hampered by the fact that as part of his contract he had to pour himself into a black catsuit that clings to him like a second skin, unflatteringly outlining every single flexing muscle, bulging vein, and roll of flab. He scowls out from under a matching cowl, his upper face covered, but leaving his jowls hanging loose, and gathers up handfuls of gold, silver, and jewels.
As he works, an alarm goes off and bars slam down to block the windows and doors, but Bane is unconcerned. He simply finishes filling up his bag of loot, slings it over his shoulder, and then chooses to exit stage left - straight through the wall between the the jewellery store and the patisserie. He could probably have just punched his way out through the bars just as easily, but massive property damage is just so much more entertaining.
A spiteful man is he.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Sept 11, 2012 17:41:42 GMT -5
Skylar was just about to start relaxing when the distant cracking of concrete interrupts her reverie. She looks up, pushing off of the public bench she’d been skulking on and peers around. The sound seemed to be coming from nearby the patisserie that Rachael had headed off to.
Not too soon afterwards, the deafening wail of an alarm rings down the street followed by a deafening cacophony of walls breaking yet again- and that was definitely a cloud of debris coming out of the patisserie now.
Watching the people run out, a anxious snarl flits across the woman’s dark face as she quickly heads towards the patisserie.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Sept 13, 2012 21:38:49 GMT -5
The alarms sounding next door filter through to the patisserie and its patrons, who all look around, baffled and slightly unsettled. Rachael's eyes narrow and she tenses. She expected no such disturbances today and now she stands wary, ready for trouble. Was she set up?
She is ready to fend off attackers. She is not ready for a huge man in a bizarre costume to burst through a wall. Other patrons scatter; she remains in place, glowering, eyes like chips of grey ice. He just ruined a whole case of gourmet cakes. He is ruining her day. He is getting in the way of her livelihood. Her client has probably left already with the rest of the fleeing customers. Arranging a second meeting will take at least another week and create great inconveniences for her and Skylar. This all but obligates her to destroy him.
Aside from the tension in her shoulders and back, however, she remains almost casual in her airs, one hand still on her purse strap, as she faces him.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Sept 17, 2012 17:13:02 GMT -5
Bane squints his eyes at the strange pale woman standing in front of him, and remarks, "You're pretty tall for a human."
And while she's no bulging mass of tumorous-looking muscles like Bane, she's still notably muscular. Also, in his way. Bane thinks she's the exact sort of person he enjoys forcibly removing from his way. As fun as smacking human weaklings around is, some challenge is nice. As such, he decides to greet her by swinging his heavy bag of swag around and trying to smash it into her.
Bonecrusher does seem to have a tendency to greet Wreckage like this, even when he doesn't realize it's him.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Sept 22, 2012 20:35:25 GMT -5
Dodging the crowd exiting the patisserie, Skylar jumps over a table and grabs a rather expensive looking bottle of wine from another. She looks around for any sign of Rachael and spots her partner facing down...
Oh. Oh that was just an unfortunate combination of cat suit and man there. Shaking her head, she slides behind some cover, gripping the neck of the bottle harder in preparation of throwing it. The Decepticons could often be very silly but at least they don’t generally make it part of their daily routine to prance around impractical costumes. At least, she couldn’t remember any occasion where they did that.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Sept 23, 2012 19:08:31 GMT -5
Bane swings the bag and Rachael turns into it with a backhand to knock it aside. She spots Skylar from the corner of her eye, but reminds herself not to look or let herself be distracted. She doesn't know if Skylar has any superhuman abilities and the large fellow with the very bad wardrobe very clearly does. She can't have Skylar jumping in and becoming a liability.
"And you have… strange fashion sense," she answers, "for a thug." Her hand aches. He hits hard. She will have to be careful.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Sept 25, 2012 17:26:36 GMT -5
Bane grumbles as Rachael knocks aside his blow and grunts at the poke at his fashion sense. He'd be more disgruntled by the costume if it wasn't surprisingly comfortable. It's almost like he's wearing nothing at all! "You wear what you're paid to."
"And it pays heavily." Letting the weight of the bag swing him around a bit, he aims a fat fist at Rachael. He's always been more of a 'smash things real good' sort of fighter than a finesse sort of fighter.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Sept 28, 2012 16:58:10 GMT -5
Unfortunately, Skylar has no superhuman abilities. She also didn’t know that Rachael had superhuman abilities until now, so it was somewhat heart stopping to watch her deflect the man’s blow.
Oh, okay, so Rachael was a meta. That was good. Relaxing her vice grip on the wine bottle, feeling the blood flow back into her fingers. She scans the area for a better hiding spot now that she knows Rachael can take care of herself. Helpful distraction was best done from a safe distance, especially when you were one of the more delicate piles of meat in the area.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Oct 1, 2012 18:35:33 GMT -5
Her first instinct is to simply stop his fist cold. She rarely acts on instinct, even – especially – in a fight like this. Nevertheless, Rachael does exactly that, catching that massive ham-hock of a hand as best she can, given that her splayed fingers barely span a third of his fist. Being outsized is new experience. So is the pain that travels up her arm in a shockwave from the impact of his knuckles, a fiery jolt that leaves her shoulder aching and a twinge in her wrist. Her expression remains stone-cold, however, and her tone level.
"Speaking of pay," she says, flexing her hand a little. "You interrupted a job. Allow me to return the favour." She snaps one knee up, aiming to drive it right into his midsection.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Oct 3, 2012 18:52:39 GMT -5
Skylar would just like to take this moment to envy everyone’s meta powers. Stupid meta powers.
In the meantime, she grabs another bottle off the table and goes to find a good... not-hiding spot.
OOC: Skippable!
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Oct 6, 2012 9:33:02 GMT -5
Bane's eyes narrow as Rachael catches his fist, then grunts as her knee drives up into his stomach, through elephantine hide, a thick layer of fat, and rock-solid abs - and it actually kind of hurts. The strange woman is definitely a meta-human.
And he can't shake a strange feeling of familiarity that's creeping over him...
"Hraaaaugh!" he roars, lunging forward and reaching out with his disproportionately long arms, not to strike, but to try and envelop his opponent in a crushing bear hug.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Oct 8, 2012 18:34:40 GMT -5
She has kicked walls that hurt less than the brute. If she walks away from this, it will be with a significant limp. Rachael has just enough time to consider that she is in well over her head before those massive arms wrap around her. She brings up her forearms to give her more leverage against being crushed; it affords her little better than that. He's strong.
Her only answer for his rage is a cold, even stare.
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