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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Oct 11, 2012 17:32:14 GMT -5
Bane slowly increases the pressure of his arms around his captive, trying to crush her. Human bones make the most satisfying crack when you break 'em. It's not quite the squeal of rending metal, but it'll do.
He meets her cold stare with a hateful squint of his own, getting the strangest sense of deja-vu.
"You remind me of someone," he rumbles conversationally.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Oct 11, 2012 20:03:43 GMT -5
There was a rather battered old motorcycle laying on its side on the road with the keys still in ignition. Skylar shoves it upright and tries to start it, flinching slightly at the rattle-bang-POP it makes before the engine goes quiet again. Well, so much for trying not to draw attention to herself.
She glances back to see how Rachael was doing.
… Well, things weren’t looking so good for Rachael over there. Was it a trap the other woman was setting or was she actually in trouble? Skylar wasn’t really up for taking chances and she has their quick exit plan already set anyways. Assuming it would start up. Hopefully. There was always running and Skylar likes to think this body was at least above average in that area for normal humans. She can already hear sirens wailing in the distance. Hopefully, they won’t have to wait too long for some sort of help.
Bracing her feet and the bike against the ground, she pulls out a wine bottle from her jacket and aims it at the big meta’s head through the shattered windows. Then she throws it as hard as she can and hopes against hope that human hand-eye coordination wasn’t too poor.
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Post by Wreckage on Oct 23, 2012 19:08:17 GMT -5
Rachael has little time for the sounds of vehicles outside; there are plenty of people in cars fleeing the vicinity of the brawl, and wisely so. There may well soon be emergency vehicles inbound, including MCU trucks. She needs to either put this brute down or get away – or both – before they arrive. And she needs to keep him distracted from Skylar.
Of course, if she knew what Skylar was doing, she would have to strangle the both of them.
"How interesting," she says in a perfectly calm, level voice that gives away no hint of just how hard she pushes against his hold and the strain it puts on her arms. Her muscles are stronger than her bones by far, and if she does not break away, she will simply break instead. But what he says does interest her, because she never reminds anyone of anyone. Every social encounter she can recall – and there are many in the memories of the woman named Rachael – involved someone fascinated by her otherness, her uniqueness, her height and her stature and her pale, pale countenance. She is too different to remind people of other persons.
At least until Skylar. Until this man. This hulking, hunchbacked, jowl-faced bruiser. He reminds her of someone, too.
She leaves the questioning aside for now and focuses on the fight instead, pulling up both legs to drive her heels up into his throat.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Oct 28, 2012 8:38:15 GMT -5
"Yeah," Bane starts. "Tall, pale, stoic- Aurgh!" The bottle smashes against his thick skull, spraying wine out across his head and eyes. The impact of the bottle is more startling than anything, but the sting of the alcohol on delicate membranes has him howling. His grip falters, and when Rachael's heels slam into his throat, he drops her and stumbles for a moment, wiping the wine from his face.
He glares up at Rachael through streaming, bloodshot eyes, and snarls, finishing his thought, "-And I'm gonna turn you into Wreckage!"
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Oct 31, 2012 18:39:52 GMT -5
That... worked?
Skylar falters in the middle of starting up the bike. Well, she doesn’t particularly know what to think about that. It did succeed in maybe helping Rachael get free and distract the the meta- but he was still focused on Rachael. She can’t really make out what they were saying either over the din of the panic around them, which was rather annoying.
Shaking her head, she concentrates on the bike once more. With a final push of her foot, the engine pops and growls to life and she she leans back to see if Rachael was coming or not.
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Post by Wreckage on Nov 21, 2012 18:43:35 GMT -5
There is a niggling sensation of fear that makes Rachael’s heart beat faster. If this is Bonecrusher – and she thinks more and more that it must be – she is in the worst possible place. This is a place she spent centuries assiduously avoiding. She is at the wrong end of a berserker who, even in their proper bodies, could do her grievous harm.
She is not in her proper body. He took full-force hits from her without much more than a wince; her arm still aches. She could die. The thought sends a prickle of real terror through her; she firmly squashes it. It is more imperative to get Skylar clear, but Rachael backs away as well, her movements not so much retreating as prowling, trying to circle towards her partner and the escape Skylar offers. This is not where she wants to be if she has to fight him.
“Bonecrusher,” she murmurs, simply assuming this man is the machine, “enough.”
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Nov 25, 2012 20:41:45 GMT -5
Bane only pauses for a moment when Rachael says his true name before he picks up a table and tosses it in her generally direction. It's a somewhat halfhearted throw, though. Then he punches through a glass display case for good measure, scattering decadent desserts.
Sucking in a deep breath and snorting it out in a rather bovine fashion, he mutters, "That's my villain name, you know. It don't prove anything, 'cept you're familiar with the supervillain market."
Though combined with the general sense of familiarity, it is enough to make him stop and think just a little. He's not going to process why this human being Wreckage would make him less inclined to pound her into a pulp. There are some thoughts best left un-thought. He totally hates Wreckage though. Only hates. Forever.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Nov 27, 2012 10:14:07 GMT -5
Skylar squeezes the grip of the motorcycle’s handles anxiously, watching Rachael edge towards her as the meta tosses and breaks things. She doesn’t really hear what’s going on, although she notes the sudden change in the man’s demeanor.
The sound of approaching sirens distracts her before she can dwell on the thought. Turning around, Skylar scowls in the direction of the sounds before glancing back to Rachael, Silently urging her to hurry up.
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Post by Wreckage on Dec 18, 2012 12:26:22 GMT -5
Rachael hears the sirens, too, as she takes a step to one side while the table sails wide and smashes into a mostly intact wall. Worse comes to worst, she can easily play victim, but she would rather not be caught here at all. She also wants to avoid Bonecrusher getting hold of her again, or getting hold of Skylar. Skylar, who is still sitting there. Making herself a target.
"Go if you need to," Rachael says over her shoulder, though she still edges toward the motorcycle. To Bonecrusher, she adds, "Contact me if you want." If not, the difference to her is negligible. One less erratic factor in her life. But if this is the Bonecrusher that should have a giant fork-arm mounted to his back, she at least wants to know where he is as often as possible. The sirens are much closer. If he gets no opportunity to beat her into the ground, perhaps he would like some other fodder. She adds with something like humour in her grey eyes, "Assuming you can manage a few police units."
Then she jumps the last few feet between her and Skylar, situating herself on the back of the motorcycle as best she can.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Dec 23, 2012 15:12:12 GMT -5
"Slagger," Bane mutters, beady red eyes glaring after the two women. Then he heaves his bag of loot back onto his shoulder and prepares to make his own daring escape by bowling through cops and cop cars alike.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Dec 24, 2012 15:25:22 GMT -5
Skylar isn’t about to leave Rachael. She’ll stay and help as long as she can because she’s going to be damned if she loses the other woman. There are enough dead comrades in her life and Skylar would generally like to do something about it if she can these days.
The moment Rachael hops on, Skylar kicks off. The motorcycle was old, but it was still much, much faster than running. She casts one last sideways glance at the huge man before keeping her eyes on the road ahead.
OOC: Wrap soon?
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