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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Sept 13, 2012 18:02:01 GMT -8
The best course of action, of course, was to flee.
Another well-made thought would be to stay focused and keep to her own original objectives, dodging out of the firefight and claiming the loot for herself.
Neither of these ideas, however, popped into Owlgirl's head. No, she, while making her move toward the armored van while the Protector with the tops tried to take out the frisbee-throwing girl, couldn't help but get caught up in the sheer audacity of the moment. Her inner comic book nerd cited The Amazing Spider-Man's canon while she cracked a smile (highly uncharacteristic, especially in her whole Batman-type get-up) and took in the strangeness like a plug-in air freshener.
"Throwing frisbees and spinning tops? I know they call Pinnacle a super's playground, but this is ridiculous."
Somewhere, the rational Owlgirl realized that wasn't all that funny. But before that, she realized that, instead of utilizing her speed and silence to buy herself some time and attain her prize, she had brought the attention of the confused, probably enraged Protector over to herself . . . she wasn't all that good in the spotlight.
Biting her lip, Owlgirl cursed herself out in the back of her mind. Note to self, stick to the moody-broody theme. Comedy's not for you . . .
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 13, 2012 23:40:44 GMT -8
((Mind double-checking Plaguey wagues, JW? ;/ Revised him.))
"I know, Father." Wickerman said, crumpling over a bit in sadness, "I simply seek penance. It is but Human nature to wish to talk to someone about one's personal emotional responses an the likes."
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Post by JW% on Sept 14, 2012 14:26:25 GMT -8
((Checked it over in OOC.))
~~~~~~~~~~~~St. Elissa's
The little man who had just come in shuffled off to the side, as though trying to get out of the way of the overly large Wickerman. He still shifted from one leg to the other, and rubbed at his wrist nervously. All in all, he looked somewhat out of place in this setting, and was probably aware of this difference enough that he would be making up his mind to leave soon.
~~~~Alleyway.
Unmindful of the possible danger he may have been in, and more than a little upset that he was dealing with little girls, Topman had gotten himself to his feet and taken a step towards Owlgirl. His tops would deal with the other kid, but this one, oh this one he'd take out personally.
Tawny saw the armored fist coming at her and was surprised at the speed and skill in it. He was better than her at this. He assumed his stance unconciously, his form was flawed but better than hers, and his quick jab to her face would have knocked her for a loop.
((Fighting check. Topman=20, Owlgirl=11... however Owlgirl has a skill in Kickboxing, giving her a Fighting of 21 so long as she doesn't try anything outside of kickboxing.))
Except that she did see it coming. For all her opponents speed and practice, he hadn't any training to speak of. He was good... but she knew what she was doing. That training now was the only thing that saved her as she relaxed down into a fighting stance, already moving her own hand to hit his and parry away his punch.
From under his helmet Topman blinked as his blow missed. Oh, he had struck something, but he hadn't hit her in the face like he'd intended. His follow up blow, because you always followed up, was likewise knocked away. And she wasn't even moving that fast. The kid had just made subtle short motions and blocked him. Luck! It had to be luck! And for her to get lucky at this, it only made him more angry. Owlgirl already saw how he was going to swing again.
((Both Topman and Owlgirl have identical Agility scores, so neither gets an extra attack this turn, or any other, without paying karma. Owlgirls Intuition is higher though, so she gets the next move and from there the two will just take turns. Her first move was the martial strike to the security guards throat, forcing him to make an endurance check of be 'stunned' for the next couple of rounds. At a penalty since Frisbee had already hit him with a 'stun' attack already. He failed his endurance check, he's out of the fight for now.))
Frisbee jumped down off the lamp post and dashed over, grabbing one of the smaller cases that had fallen and stuffing it in her back pack. The guard didn't seem to mind, grasping his throat as he was and trying to breath again. The sound of the rattling top made her glance over her shoulder as the last little spinning robot combat drone, turned about in the empty alleyway and started coming for her. It's two 'brothers' had already used up their momentum destroying the door and the AC unit and lay quietly waiting for Topman to retrieve them.
(('Frisbee' on the other hand has notably higher agility that either Topman or Owlgirl, and is using her extra actions per-turn to grab some loot. Ain't she a greedy thing?))
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 14, 2012 17:46:24 GMT -8
((Mind double-checking Plaguey wagues, JW? ;/ Revised him.)) "I know, Father." Wickerman said, crumpling over a bit in sadness, "I simply seek penance. It is but Human nature to wish to talk to someone about one's personal emotional responses an the likes."
"It is up to you to decide what sort of penance you will do. I can do no more than advise." Father Enoch looke up and finally noticed there was someone else in the Church. "You there. Do you need help?"
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Post by JW% on Sept 14, 2012 18:55:34 GMT -8
The little man looked startled at Enoch's question, taking a moment to reply, and fidget. "I... ah... I... don't think I'm in the right place. I'm sorry, this was a mistake." He gave a little bow, and moved towards the exit, though not without watching Wickerman and the rest of the room.
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 15, 2012 3:16:55 GMT -8
"Are you alright?" Wickerman asked, after listening to the Priest's questions, and more importantly, his answers.
"You seem distressed, Little One." Wickerman said, taking gigantic steps towards the Dwarf. He was by no means aggressive in his stance, and it appeared almost like he was skipping towards the man in his urgency.
Plague shuffled on his feet, idly fiddling with his mask. The cloth came up over his face and rested on the bridge of his nose, attempting to cover up his mangled lower face. It wasn't just the fact that he was alone that mattered, he still mattered and felt self-concious about it.
He sighed, letting out an exhale, and shouldered his rifle, allowing it to sling past him and onto his back, connected by a strap. His boot connected with the edge of the roof he was standing on, and he placed himself into a low-crouch before leaping. He hit the edge of the roof opposite him and pulled himself up, planting his feet down and going into a low-crouch.
His rifle clinked gently as metal hit concrete as Plague set himself down. He hadn't really checked up on jobs as of recently, but had to do it. He had to bring the bacon in some how.
He took a deep breath, and aimed down his scope, breathing through his mask gently, his knee tucked under one leg, pressed against the wall, his frame low. He was eyeing Frisbee, and the girl, Owlgirl, as well. She didn't appear to be having too much difficulty, nor did it appear anyone was hurt.
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Sept 16, 2012 18:29:08 GMT -8
His punches hurt, she'd give him that; had she not been wearing a bodysuit of padded armor, even his first two strikes, while blocked by a few rudimentary blocks and parries, would be almost guaranteed to bruise. But, the Protectors, as dangerous as they could be, were often for show; an empty costume like Topman was especially of no exception.
Her big eyes, wary and focused, calculated the angle and velocity of the incoming blow from Topman's third attack. She wasn't here to duke it out with this guy, like in the movies - her eyes were on the prize, and the last thing she needed was a Protector with a grudge.
Using a rather simplistic technique, Owlgirl bobbed inward, between Topman's arms, closer to the reach of his fist, and batted his incoming hand away like a crumpled ball of paper. With his midsection and face exposed, she went for body strikes; a series of jabs to the ribs and solar plexus, alternating from left to right, a firm punch to the stomach, and finally an uppercut right beneath the chin, saving the superficial strikes for last.
That would at least slow him down, enough to buy her and this Frisbee girl enough time to--
. . . speaking of that Frisbee girl, where in blue blazes was she?
Owlgirl held back a scoff as she eyed her over by the armored car, making her way toward the goods. "Must be such a drag, doing all that heavy lifting by yourself!" she called, not unfriendly in her tonality.
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Post by JW% on Sept 17, 2012 13:21:57 GMT -8
~~~~~~~~~St. Elissa's
The small, and now very nervous, man took several steps backwards, colliding with the wall and trying to get away from the self proclaimed and (as yet) unrepentant murderer who was easily twice as tall as him, now rushing towards him with unknown intention.
"Just... just a mistake is all... I... I didn't mean to intrude..." He'd pulled up his sleeve with his rubbing and was pushing several buttons on a large forearm bracer that looked something like an extremely fancy watch/calculator.
~~~~~~Alleyway.
The blow to Topman's stomach broke his already ruined stance, causing him to try to clutch his solar plexus. His black tights were apparently not armored, and his vest didn't extend down that far.
The followup blow to his chin however left Owlgirl's hand hurting. Topman's helmet had what looked like a chin strap, and it seemed just as armored as the rest of his head, save where his face was exposed. Her knuckles clipped it coming up and somehow she knew that this rent-a-hero wasn't out of the fight.
The rattling of the combat drone top across the blacktop made the 'frisbee girl' glance over her shoulder. With a small leap she jumped onto the wheeled cart as the last robot raced at her. She rolled off of it and kicked out, sending the cart into the top. Sparks flew and there was that clanging of metal again like when the first top had torn through the old air conditioner junk. But it stopped the top, and she grabbed up her pack and one of the larger suitcase sized pieces of the shipment.
"Must be such a drag, doing all that heavy lifting by yourself!" She looked over startled at Owlgirls words, then flashed a grin through the dark rainy night. Wordlessly the Frisbee thief held up the case for Owlgirl to take if that's what she wanted, giving a nod.
"What's going on back there? Aren't you loaded up yet?" Came the voice of the driver over the radio.
"That's a negative." Topman replied, his helmet apparently having a built in radio even though the downed guard was fumbling for his chest mounted mouthpiece. "Multiple suspects, possible powered, one guard down. I'm engaging, call for backup."
"I'm not that bad off." The guard tried to say. It came out more as wheezing.
Topman twisted at the waist and locked his ankles together. Then threw himself into a spin, arms out. Somehow in what defied common sense, his whole body started spinning, faster and faster, the little wheels on his boots increasing his spinning force.
Frisbee gave a glance at the boxes still on the ground, then a look at Topman as he built himself into a full speed rotation before starting to move towards them, little sparks and chips of blacktop flying away from where he touched the ground. Frisbee's final look was at Owlgirl as if to say "Time we got out of here."
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 17, 2012 21:30:43 GMT -8
Plague continued to watch, keeping an emotionally perspective view of the whole ordeal. as he had no context of the situation, nor whom was in the wrong or the right at this moment regardless of context, he decided to just keep himself as he was.
He watched, the girl with the Frisbee. She was odd, really, even for a Hero. Most Heroes treated this place like a playground, some even had the childlike get-up, and the psychotic attitudes to go with it, but this girl was taking it to a whole new extreme. He wondered how she made those, or how she trained with them, before he turned his attention towards the others.
The man was dressed funny, as was the girl dressed funny, but only for Plague. He preferred to be practical, rather than make a name and a costume and prance about. This guy had the stupidest looking hat, and the girl was dressed like some BDSM whore on one of Plague's 'alone-time' videos he rarely ever got to enjoy at an internet cafe.
He sighed, and slung his rifle, placed a boot on the ledge and leaped across a gap, hoping to re-adjust so that he could possibly get a shot off if they attempted to run.
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Sept 18, 2012 4:19:17 GMT -8
Owlgirl was already on the defensive as Topman began to further live up to his namesake, taking several steps back to evade the spinning crime-fighter. Nodding over to Frisbee's direction, Owlgirl plucked a cylindrical object from her utility belt, pulled the pin, and spiked it to the ground.
Also known as M18's, white phosphorus grenades were primarily used as smoke-producing munitions, but were notorious for burning faster than firecrackers. She was certainly counting on it as she bounded out of Topman's line of sight, scooping up the case Frisbee offered and joining her in their escape.
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 18, 2012 4:28:06 GMT -8
Plague took his rifle under his arm, and launched himself after the girl. They had taken something, a case, or something. He hadn't quite picked it up in his effort to climb over a ledge after he leapt what was a rather steep gap.
He used building roof, discarded trash, wires to get past the terrain and to the girls, his hand hovering over his M9 at every point when he wasn't too busy using that hand to make sure he didn't fall seven or eight stories to his death.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 18, 2012 10:48:05 GMT -8
~~~~~~~~~St. Elissa's The small, and now very nervous, man took several steps backwards, colliding with the wall and trying to get away from the self proclaimed and (as yet) unrepentant murderer who was easily twice as tall as him, now rushing towards him with unknown intention. "Just... just a mistake is all... I... I didn't mean to intrude..." He'd pulled up his sleeve with his rubbing and was pushing several buttons on a large forearm bracer that looked something like an extremely fancy watch/calculator.quote] Enoch walked over to the man as well, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible to the easily-scared newcomer. "Now, now...here at St. Elissa's we try to help however we can. Are you sure you don't require assistance?"
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Post by JW% on Sept 18, 2012 13:07:44 GMT -8
~~~~~Alleyway
Both young women ran, carrying with them their ill gotten gains. Some items from the cart had been left behind, but they had a suitable 'haul' depending, of course, on what was in the suitcase sized carrying case.
Topman exploded out of the smoke cloud, spinning and twisting it upwards like a vortex around his body. He scraped the wall with one of his out stretched hands and a spray of cinderblock bits flew from the brief impact. He didn't even notice. Clearly, once he got a good spinning going, he was more than human.
The dark skinned girl in her hoodie and jeans pounded pavement with her sneakers. 'Frisbee' didn't have a superhero outfit. Or, really, even a mask. She was probably just starting out, with no clue what to do.
As they ran, she indicated they should duck between the narrow area where two buildings didn't quite touch. It was a non-drivable path straight through to the main street.
~~~~~St. Elissa's
"I... I..." The short man stuttered a little trying to answer Enochs question. "Yes... I... yes I'm sure. I just... just... I never should have come in here. This was a mistake." His hand hovered over his wrist calculator, not quite touching the keys. It seemed to relax him some, but the Wickerman was still quite an imposing figure, and even as gentle as Enoch was making himself apear, the guy looked like he was packing enough muscles to shot put a car under that smock.
((Our little guy is quite intuitive, and just used it to guess the strength level for Enoch. You have his Strength at 40 which is Spider-Man level super strength or "Able to bench press 10 tons". Have you been editing your posts when I wasn't looking?))
"I'll... I'll just leave. Okay? That's all. Leave and forget everything I saw in here..." That included Wickerman... and Wendy.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 18, 2012 14:30:50 GMT -8
((Of course not. I meant for Enoch to be a tank! Besides I always pictured him tall and buff.))
"Hmm, I see...Come Wickerman we should finish up your confession back in the box." As he lead the taller man away from the skittish man, Sister Loretta took notice of the newcomer and walked over to him, smiling warmly. "Welcome to St. Elissa's. The Father is busy at the moment but I'm here to help, if you need it."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Sept 18, 2012 16:03:31 GMT -8
Owlgirl followed, deftly maneuvering to Frisbee's six o'clock, suitcase in hand as she ran along.
"So, who are you, exactly?" the caped criminal asked between breaths as they made their way down the rather cramped alleyway. "That was some pretty impressive, uhh . . . whatever that was, back there. The disc-y thing. I liked it."
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Post by JW% on Sept 18, 2012 17:57:44 GMT -8
~~~~~St. Elissa's
The short man, who still didn't really have any other identifying features to him, looked over at Sister Loretta and shook his head. His heart was still pounding from Wickerman and Enoch ganging up on him. He felt like he'd stumbled into a den of super villains masqurading as a church, and that they might try to kill him for discovering them.
Which of course was silly, since the church was open to everyone, but how else do you explain Wickerman's unmistakable presence? Or the aura of power around Father Enoch that some could sense when near him, like this man was more than mortal?
"No, no no no." He told Loretta, reaching to touch his hat and realizing he was wearing goggles instead. Embarrasing that. "I... I'm not a religious person. I only came here because... well I don't know. I was told this place would be of help, but... I see you can't help me. Not with... my moral issues. It was a mistake to come here. I'll be leaving. Thank you."
~~~~~On Da Run!
Topman spun past them as the two girls made their turn. Apparently while spinning he could move faster than they could run. Fortunately, he couldn't turn very well at all, so once he built up his forward momentum, he was at a loss to do anything but make a wide arching turn, which the alleyway wouldn't allow, slow down and reverse over a long distant runway, or stagger himself to a dizzy stop as he shut down his powers and returned to human.
"Thanks." The girl said. "I practice. A lot." She had a clipped tone, as if trying to save her breath for the run, but she didn't seem to have any problems navigating the narrow area.
And then the two of them burst out on to the street. The same street where Mistress Moonbeam was(had been?) discussing something with Thorns goon. And the same street that the St. Elissa's House of God was located on.
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 18, 2012 18:45:22 GMT -8
Wickerman stepped back a bit, regaining his full height and standing at an even more impressive height. He backed up somewhat, detecting the man's emotions and taking a few steps back.
He nodded, a gentle bow and stood away, "I apologize, young one."
He turned and faced Enoch, "Father, I believe that... well, I believe in God, but I believe that these people deserve to die."
He hunched his back, and his frame collapsed a bit, "I believe that for all those murders, I find whom did this. I act, but they tell."
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 18, 2012 19:05:25 GMT -8
"By that admission, they are as guilty as you...Why not let that be your penance? To kill those who would have you do their firty work."
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Post by Anya the Purple on Sept 18, 2012 19:30:10 GMT -8
((Guhh, Prime, when will you post???))
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 18, 2012 19:49:34 GMT -8
"I agree." Wickerman said, taking a seat at one of the pews along the isle and crumpling over to fit inside. His knees rose up into his chest, but his feet remained on the floor.
He took a deep breath, and exhaled, gently. He patted the hood in his hand, stroking it. It was calming to him.
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Sept 19, 2012 4:03:43 GMT -8
Noting that the girl never answered her first question, Owlgirl complicitly allowed the issue to pass, for now. It's not like it was exceedingly important - names were names, titles were titles. She'd find out eventually, be it through Pinnacle City Police Department records or anything else her and Gabe could scrounge up about the discus-slinging thief.
Owlgirl didn't like the open. She didn't like it one bit. Crusaders of the night looked conspicuously out of place when they weren't stalking the night or living in shadow or whatever it was she was supposed to be doing. Either way, the sidewalk of a city street was particularly peculiar, and it threw her off.
She scanned the street from the open alley with predatorial - well, since they were the hunted, prey-like - accuracy, looking for any sort of easy route off the streets and out of sight. There were the fire escapes, sure, a few pipes they could scale (well, she could; she wasn't do sure about Frisbee), but none that would be particularly quick.
Then, she saw the church. A moderately-sized church, with a belfry. Better than a pair of trash cans, right?
Owlgirl thumbed at the church across the street, looking to Frisbee for answer of compliance or a proposal for an alternative.
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 19, 2012 4:12:31 GMT -8
Plague sighed. Whatever they had stolen, really, really had to be returned, or, in the least, put to a better cause. The effort to stalk them was draining on Plague, mainly due to boredom. He had passed sniper training easily, true, no feat possibly by most, but his patience in terms of 'hunting' always got the best of him.
He took a low crouch, leaning on his forearms and shins, keeping a low profile that was almost impossible to see behind his cover. He couldn't hear their conversation, not from his vantage point, but he could see the girl, dressed like a catwoman BDSM afficinado jabbing at the church.
He'd visited a few times. Mainly after his stints in hospital, or in jail, if that was the case.
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Post by JW% on Sept 21, 2012 12:04:55 GMT -8
((Should we wait on Prime and Penny?))
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Post by Anya the Purple on Sept 21, 2012 20:23:06 GMT -8
((I dunno. o-o I've been bugging Prime a bit, but...)
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 22, 2012 2:22:31 GMT -8
((Oh god, is the marriage falling apart? But what about the kids? D;))
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 22, 2012 6:24:17 GMT -8
"I agree." Wickerman said, taking a seat at one of the pews along the isle and crumpling over to fit inside. His knees rose up into his chest, but his feet remained on the floor. He took a deep breath, and exhaled, gently. He patted the hood in his hand, stroking it. It was calming to him.
"In that case..." Dutifully, Enoch made the sign of the Cross over Wickerman. "God has heard your words, and absolves you of your sins."
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 22, 2012 6:33:44 GMT -8
"I fear, Father." Wickerman said, "That I will have to return here in the future, to absolve myself of the murders of those whom would dare inflict this upon myself."
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 22, 2012 6:40:07 GMT -8
"It's true. However I reccomend coming back when you're done with all of them rather than one by one. Go now, with God's grace."
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 22, 2012 6:54:14 GMT -8
Wickerman stood, bowed and exited, on his pass, giving the Little Man a look, bowing his head.
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Post by Penny Royals on Sept 22, 2012 7:56:49 GMT -8
It was at this exact moment that a crashing sound was heard- the sound of broken glass systematically happening all at once. Through the broken windows on either side fell in six men, each more alike and more different than the rest.
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