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Post by Penny Royals on Jun 22, 2013 18:25:35 GMT -8
Slightly stared at him, a bit incredulously.
"...Yeah, well... Ek... your new name is... Prentiss. That is, if Wendy even lets you on."
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Post by JW% on Jun 22, 2013 18:58:23 GMT -8
"Prentiss... yeah... okay..." The boy said, frowning and confused. He had a kind of look about him that said he had no idea what was going on.
I mean, Curly had just picked him up from the fast food joint after catching him eating from a dumpster. He really wasn't sure what to make of this group of boys...
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jun 23, 2013 10:25:50 GMT -8
"Father wait? Is something wrong?" Charity asked. Inside Charity, Omega sensed the disturbances outside caused by the superheros and as mentally swearing as Charity stepped outside. Then again it'd be nice to observe what sort of opposition she'd face when she began her villianry. Charity stepped outside and asked again, "Something up Father Enoch" "Not at all, Miss Charity." Enoch replied, as smooth as ever as he motioned to the Storms where they could start working. "Just some heroes volunteering to help with the rebuilding, out of the goodwill of their hearts. May the lord bless them for taking the time to do so."
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Post by JW% on Jun 23, 2013 12:05:37 GMT -8
Both heroes looked shamed and winced at Enochs words. Thunder walked over to Charity and, after passing off some supplies to Lightning, knelt down to be at eye level and smiled at the girl. "Hello there. I'm..." She hid a wince from Charity, but not Omega or Enoch. A wince at her own name. "Mrs. Storm, but if you want, you can call me Thunder. What's your name?"
Lightning walked into the church as though he owned it, his cape billowing in a wind that seemed to follow him even indoors. He looked around at all the damage that had been done, and what repairs had already been made. And at the Lost Choir Boy, the lay sister, and Wickerman who needs no other title.
"Wow, you're a tall one." He said, noting Wickerman. "Well, this shouldn't be too much of a problem. I'm afraid we don't have any stainglass windows, but we can put up replacement windows until then." He raised his hand, a nimbus of power forming around it and crackling. Small precision blasts tore out one broken window frame and he started to put a new one in with similar displays.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jun 23, 2013 14:33:32 GMT -8
Enoch nodded at Lightning's work before walking over to where Loretta was standing at the makeshift altar. "How are the new windows coming along?" He inquired, peering down at her laptop over her shoulder. "It will probably take a few weeks but it will be done: we just need to decide on a theme, Father."
"Excellent. As for themes...well, why not something apocalyptic then? We could use a change of scenery." After all, the destroyed windows had depicted imagery from the New Testament.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jun 23, 2013 15:02:02 GMT -8
"I'm Charity Ly." Charity said to Lighetning. "I haven't seen people like you since I lived back in Triumph City . Usually its just crime I see here."
Meanwhile inside Charity, Omega tensed up when she realized what these people's powers were. They could short circuit her, kill her easily. Better be cautious.
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Post by JW% on Jun 23, 2013 15:38:03 GMT -8
Thunder gave Charity a look of shock and sadness, as if the child had just touched a nerve. She suddenly gave the girl a hug, a surprisingly soft one, easy to squirm out of.
"I'm sorry... I'm... so sorry..." Thunder said, starting to cry.
Luckily Lightning came out a moment later, a bag of trash from the windows and from his winds sweeping the glass off the floor in one hand. He dropped it and was by his wives side instantly, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey... hey... are you okay? It's not that bad. We'll get through this." He said comfortingly.
"We can't stop... we can't stop..." Thunder sobbed.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jun 23, 2013 15:56:56 GMT -8
Charity's look was one of complete confusion, but she let the distraught woman keep on hugging her, "I'm sorry, did I say somethig wrong? I didn't mean to make you upset." she said.
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Post by JW% on Jun 23, 2013 16:05:17 GMT -8
"We can't stop..." Thunder repeated, still sobbing softly as Thunder pulled her away from Charity to hug her himself.
"It's okay... We knew this was coming..."
"No!" Thunder said, collapsing onto him. "She said all she's seen in this city is crime. We're supposed to fight crime! We're supposed to... it's just... I can't..." Her mouth was getting ahead of her thoughts and she was babbling as her husband gently took her aside. "... not strong enough..."
Lightning just held her for a bit, giving Charity a weak 'it's not your fault' smile. "I might need some time here." He said. "Why don't you go in and talk that nice man into putting nice pictures in the new windows?"
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jun 23, 2013 16:29:07 GMT -8
"Hey its okay! Its okay!" Charity said, "I like living in Pinnacle way better then I liked Triumph. The only reason I hear so much about the crime is because my daddy is a police officer. I'm sure you guys did a great job." She turned to Lightening, "I feel terrible, I'm so sorry."
Meanwhile Omega was just scoffing. She had nothing to fear from these heroes, if they just sniveled and whined about how they weren't doing their jobs well.
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Post by JW% on Jun 28, 2013 13:31:09 GMT -8
"It's not your fault." Lightning said, trying to be comforting.
"Why is it so hard? I can't do this..." Thunder sobbed softly into her husbands caped shoulder.
"We're just... thinking of retiring. Yeah." Lightning tried to explain(or come up with an excuse as 'retiring' was a blatant lie... and yet accurate enough for explaining it to Charity). "It's been... really stressful is all. Making plans, right?"
"We don't have any plans... our life is ruined..."
"We'll be okay." It was hard to tell if he was talking to Charity or his wife. "Go right on inside, we'll catch up in a moment."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jun 29, 2013 15:59:25 GMT -8
Before Charity could heed Lightening's advice a cop car pulled up. The occupant of the car lowered his window and asked "Cherry, are you alright."
"Yes Dad." Charity said running over to the car.
"What exactly happened? The Father said you might of gotten lost."
"Yeah I got lost." she said.
"What were you doing out here anyway?" James asked.
"I don't know... I can't remember..."
James gave her a concerned look, "Lets get you home." he said.
"Actually Dad... I kinda wanna stay and help out at the Church. Is that okay?"
"You're passing up a chance to sit at home and do nothing, to do community service? Are you my daughter?"
In fact it was Charity talking, Omega was still too weak to take control again.
"Alright..." James stepped out of the car, " Lets ask the Father's opinion though."
They walked into the church together and walked over to Father Enoch, "Father it seems Charity wants to stay and help you all out. I'd much prefer that over her going home and watching TV, and not studying." Charity looked away sheepishly, "But I don't want her to be a burden on you."
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Post by JW% on Jun 29, 2013 16:03:29 GMT -8
Both Thunder and Lightning snapped back to their heroic personae as soon as they noticed the police car. It was like they were donning masks made of their own faces, forcing themselves to stand as heroic ideals once more.
"You got this?" Lightning asked his wife, who was lifting up several large pieces of wood with her super strength, intending to take them in and start to work repairing pews.
"I've got this." She replied, glancing at the police.
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 8, 2013 19:53:51 GMT -8
Michael had stood up while the superheroes were in, watching from the pulpit, trying to seem as innocent as possible about all this. Inside his head, alarms were going off. He hoped that the Lost Boys had all been quiet enough during his time with them, and that these people wouldn't recognize him as anything more than a sickly alter boy.
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Coffee was one of those cheap vices Wendy found herself giving into very often. Every day after work, she'd swing by the one closest to the club and buy her usual: a tall peach raspberry crisp frappuccino. It sos o routine that the workers knew her name. She just had to pay and grab now.
Today though, she lingered. She hadn't really eaten in a little bit. She stood over at their little deli section, eying a few choices before deciding on a sandwich and a marble loaf, paying for all three items.
Only a few seats were open- this was one of the busier times, after all. She took a seat next to a large, and rather hairy, adult man, draping her little heart-shaped bag over the chair and setting her stuff on the counter. Her eyes went to his laptop, if a bit involuntarily. She scanned it over real fast, and soon found herself smirking.
"So. You blog?"
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jul 9, 2013 18:14:48 GMT -8
Before Charity could heed Lightening's advice a cop car pulled up. The occupant of the car lowered his window and asked "Cherry, are you alright." "Yes Dad." Charity said running over to the car. "What exactly happened? The Father said you might of gotten lost." "Yeah I got lost." she said. "What were you doing out here anyway?" James asked. "I don't know... I can't remember..." James gave her a concerned look, "Lets get you home." he said. "Actually Dad... I kinda wanna stay and help out at the Church. Is that okay?" "You're passing up a chance to sit at home and do nothing, to do community service? Are you my daughter?" In fact it was Charity talking, Omega was still too weak to take control again. "Alright..." James stepped out of the car, " Lets ask the Father's opinion though." They walked into the church together and walked over to Father Enoch, "Father it seems Charity wants to stay and help you all out. I'd much prefer that over her going home and watching TV, and not studying." Charity looked away sheepishly, "But I don't want her to be a burden on you." "It's no burden at all." Father Enoch replied, beaming at both father and daughter. "Help is always welcome, from whoever desires to do it. I'm certain Sister Loretta can find something for her to do that will keep her sufficiently occupied."
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Post by JW% on Jul 9, 2013 19:22:20 GMT -8
Lightning added his own dramatic presence to Father Enoch's discussion with the police officer, standing there as though to assure everyone who could see him that justice would be done, and no harm would come to bystanders. Of course, he also didn't speak for Father Enoch or for Charity, so he remained silent.
Thunder on the other hand walked into the church hauling a large section of wood. She looked around and noticed Micheal but didn't recognize him as anything more than that altar boy who worked for Enoch, Sister Loretta, and of course the surprising form of Wickerman.
Setting the lumber down Thunder studied the unbroken pews for a moment, then touched the piece of wood. There was a high pitched rasping noise as her hand started carving the timber into a proper shape, cutting slots by simply thrusting her hand through the wood, and slicing tabs to fit into the slots was equal ease.
"I'll have to wait for Lightning to help me with the varnish." She said, as though trying to make light conversation while using her bare hand as a saw.
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Post by lovely corte on Jul 10, 2013 12:10:49 GMT -8
"Do you need a hand?" Wickerman said, his voice coming out gracefully, smooth and well-pronounced, his frame almost skirting the ground quickly to land at the superhero's side. He examined the wood, noting the repairs needed for the pews.
He felt bad about breaking a pew over someone, but he felt justified knowing that he had the situation in hand, and his hood was now destroyed.
"I'll be able to give you assistance." He confirmed.
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Post by JW% on Jul 10, 2013 15:31:22 GMT -8
"I think I've got it under control," Thunder said, taking a moment to flex and massage her tortured hand, "But it never hurts to help, right?" As she said this her eyes twitched a little and she fought back a bit more sorrow.
"You can start painting the varnish on. Lightning will quick bake the coat when he comes in, but it still needs to be put on the wood." Thunder looked over at Loretta and Micheal. "Anything else we can do while we're here?"
((Wickerman probably couldn't even lift the boards Thunder is, since without his hood he doesn't have that much strength or physical ability. However, if you're interested, Wickerman's mental abilities could figure out exactly why Thunder seems to have emotional problems.))
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Jul 10, 2013 21:21:03 GMT -8
By the time he'd registered that words were being thrown at him, Manly Dan was preparing another frenzy, spinning around in his soft plush chair and jabbing a rigid index finger into the general vicinity of the feminine voices' face. "Do I look like a pedantic, sycophantic, long-haired, four-eyed, skinny jean-wearing, Imagine Dragons-listening, incessantly blithering, troglodytic lesbite to you? No? I didn't think so!" he demanded with a huff, though it was more of a breathy snarl. "And for your information--" Manly Dan interrupted himself to hastily close the browser. "--I'm reporting my observations from the front, Miss. In case you didn't know, there's a war going on, and it ain't gonna fight itself."
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 10, 2013 21:34:08 GMT -8
By the time he'd registered that words were being thrown at him, Manly Dan was preparing another frenzy, spinning around in his soft plush chair and jabbing a rigid index finger into the general vicinity of the feminine voices' face. "Do I look like a pedantic, sycophantic, long-haired, four-eyed, skinny jean-wearing, Imagine Dragons-listening, incessantly blithering, troglodytic lesbite to you? No? I didn't think so!" he demanded with a huff, though it was more of a breathy snarl. "And for your information--" Manly Dan interrupted himself to hastily close the browser. "--I'm reporting my observations from the front, Miss. In case you didn't know, there's a war going on, and it ain't gonna fight itself."
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 10, 2013 21:39:59 GMT -8
((Okay, what the fuck, I just edited that post three times))
Wendy just stared at him, sipping her drink, silent and judging for the time he spoke.
"A war, hm?" She said, crossing her legs and leaning against the table. "And which war would that be?"
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Jul 10, 2013 23:33:58 GMT -8
Wendy just stared at him, sipping her drink, silent and judging for the time he spoke. "A war, hm?" She said, crossing her legs and leaning against the table. "And which war would that be?" Manly Dan's beard only served to make his frown look even deeper. " The war!" he exclaimed, balled fist crashing down onto the keyboard of his laptop, smashing a hole straight through into the circuitry, keys flying every which way like little plastic squares of shrapnel. "the one and only! Us against them, the Man, the System, the rise of the machines! The only fight that's ever mattered. Duh!" Simmering, Manly Dan turned to return to his typing, only to realize a gargantuan crater had been gouged from his computer. With a grimace, he closed the top portion of the laptop, only to find that it had become entirely unhinged, clumsily smacking together like a broken, mechanical sandwich.
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 11, 2013 21:07:39 GMT -8
"...Looks like someone's going to need a new laptop, aren't they?" She sighed, patting his hand a bit condescendingly. "But you have a point. Buck the system, and all that. But what's a hot-blooded logging man like you doing in a city like this? Especially a coffee shop like this, with a laptop, when you're going on about the rise of machines."
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Post by JW% on Jul 13, 2013 22:40:26 GMT -8
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Penance City
A long elevated highway extended out, bridging an island out in the bay to the mainland. Every twenty meters of the bridge contained armed guards, authorized to shoot to kill anyone coming out of the island without clearance. Further in we have Penance City. A small city built on the island back during Pinnacle City's great expansion. Initially just a sign of Pinnacle City's expansion. There had even been a penitentiary built on the island. A prison for the city to house it's worst inmates.
That prison grew and expanded. Until it swallowed the whole island.
Now the island was walled, with wardens and guards patrolling the walls and towers, some of which weren't even really on the island. They were light houses built on the rocks just off the island. With a wall that stretched around, driven deep into the sea floor.
Plague had found himself a nice abandoned building. Once it had probably been a hotel, or apartment building, or something. Whatever it was, he had found somewhere to get away from the roaming mobs below that would prey on anyone they caught. He stayed in his little square room, the door making a very good approximation of having been sealed shut, and only ventured out when he needed to. It was cold outside, with barrel fires barely keeping those on the streets warm.
Plague had managed to get himself a few cans of food from the delivery. Mostly the scavengers just grabbed what they could when the trucks unloaded, and the guards laughed or looked disgusted when the inmates fought for supremacy over who would get a can of green beans or corned beef hash. Plague had waited until one of the bigger brutes, a guy who was locally called Bonecrusher for his supposed dealings as an enforcer for Pinnacle City's organized crime. Before, of course, that syndicate had been routed by yet another one, leading to Bonecrusher being sent to prison with little evidence of his quite extensive wrong doing ever seeing the light of day.
Plague had knocked the muscle bound thug out from behind and stolen two or three of the canned meals. If Bonecrusher was waking up at all, he'd probably be waking up angry and looking for who stole the food he had pummeled several other inmates to get more than his fair share of.
So Plague wasn't all that surprised that when he was about to slip back into his hidey hole behind a pile of trash in the unlit hallway of the apartment building he was using, something big and dark detached from the shadows and grabbed him before slamming him first against one wall and then against the other.
What did surprise Plague was the gruff voice, like gasoline on gravel, that snarled at him: "What's your end game?" It took a moment to possibly identify this figure. This was a so called superhero of dark rumor and legend. Impossible to make out all that well in the darkness, one could hardly tell where the vigilante ended and the wall began. But full face concealing cowl with spike extensions, the curved claw or stinger like shoulder pads, and the cape... This was the Nightmare Scorpion. The spirit of vengance given physical form.
Without a chance to reply Plague was shoved to the ground and put into an arm lock. "I know you've been hired to kill David Xanthony. They want the best marksmen in the city to put a bullet through his head for upsetting their demonic rituals and putting a permanent closure to their blood rituals by repurposing the land they were using. So tell me, Plague, how are you going to do it? From inside Penance Island, how do you plan to kill him?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Pinnacle International Airport
Terrance Sawyer thought himself a ladies man. And why not? He was tall, slim, with long dark reddish brown hair that was almost always what was referred to as 'Bishonen'. If only he had any form of poise or decorum to go with it, he might have been set. As it was, the expression he gave was that of some mouth breathing stalker as he saw the young woman for whom he was waiting.
"Samiel Barzahd." Terrance said, trying his best sneer. After all, this wasn't a woman he should be enjoying the sight of. "I have a car waiting for you."
The Freeshooter was in town... to kill David Xanthony.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jul 14, 2013 8:05:40 GMT -8
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Pinnacle International Airport Terrance Sawyer thought himself a ladies man. And why not? He was tall, slim, with long dark reddish brown hair that was almost always what was referred to as 'Bishonen'. If only he had any form of poise or decorum to go with it, he might have been set. As it was, the expression he gave was that of some mouth breathing stalker as he saw the young woman for whom he was waiting. "Samiel Barzahd." Terrance said, trying his best sneer. After all, this wasn't a woman he should be enjoying the sight of. "I have a car waiting for you." The Freeshooter was in town... to kill David Xanthony. The young woman in question was dressed casual, in hip-hugger denim jeans, black flats, black tank top and a denim bolero, while all the luggage she seemed to have on her was carry-on. Sharp dark green eyes peered at him from frameless glasses, taking his measure, though whatever conclusions she drew were kept secret. Samiel allowed a small smile to grow on her lips in approval. "Lead the way...Mr. Sawyer."
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Post by JW% on Jul 14, 2013 18:56:09 GMT -8
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Pinnacle City International Airport Parking lot.
Terrance nodded and led her out, making small talk about picking up her luggage, if there was any, and how well the flight had gone. He did his best to be professional, which for him meant sneering disdain. That was probably best, as his other social interaction abilities were even more awkward and offputting.
The car was a rather nice one, black and mostly nondescript, but either new or well kept. The windows were tinted, and the interior seemed quite suitably soundproofed for when Terrance said with a casual leer: "I assume you've been briefed on the job. If not, I have a folder of the information we could gather easily and without suspicion." Most of it public records on David Xanthony, a playboy investor, orphan, raised mostly by his butler and maid, single but having adopted orphans and eventually turned his mansion into a refuge for wayward children and abused parents(mothers mostly of course, but the publicity statements insisted he didn't discriminate). Also layouts of his home, place of work, and the area Xanthony was going to attend the opening of soon. The area that had been consecrated to keep further demonic rituals out of, and rechristened a community center and immediate care medical facility.
"You've probably already noted the standard down payment has been transferred to your secure bank account." Terrance noted. Of course she had, she wouldn't have gotten on the plane if she hadn't. "Full payment to be made on completion of the contract, as usual."
He gave her a look like she was a high class call girl he was delivering to someone else, which he probably didn't realize his expression was projecting. "Any other resources you require while you're in our fair city?"
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jul 14, 2013 20:48:20 GMT -8
"Fair" was perhaps too generous a term and laying it on thick but Samiel Barzahd didn't care enough to correct him. "A veritable paragon of society, this one...Almost angelic, even."
She ignored how he seemed to be eyeing her up and down as though she was a high class whore.
"Hmm...perhaps you could direct me to any gun shops in the area. It never hurts to buy more ammunition..."
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Post by JW% on Jul 14, 2013 21:06:16 GMT -8
"Not a problem." Terrance said turning his attention back to driving now that the traffic signal had changed. "Keep in mind though that we probably don't want to be seen stocking up just before something happens. And we certainly don't want to be seen together."
He turned the car off the higher class area and into a more industrial part of town. Glancing up one could see a Pinnacle Protector flying overhead on some kind of patrol or something. Their dark blue and gold uniforms rather eye catching even if it wasn't a humanoid laying on his stomach at what around here was above rooftop level.
All the Protectors even flew in the same manner, arms held back, head forward, not quite laying on their stomach, right leg slightly bent as it would be what they usually put forth during landing. It was... kinda surreal watching a squadron of them fly overhead. For some, comforting, for others chilling, to know that these gods among men were corporate owned and protected the status quo of the city because it was the highest bidder. Fortunately, this was just one Protector, and he wasn't even heading the same way they were.
Terrance instead drove past a gun shop, indicating it for her. He stopped several blocks down and at least one street over at a local family owned bakery. "Go check your ammo if you want. I'll have a donut and coffee." He said, and handed her the keys, implying that he wouldn't be returning to the car. "Unless there's anything else we can do for you. And if something comes up you haven't thought about, you know how to contact us." His use of the plural further enforced his attempted professionalism. It was slightly at odds with the way his gaze lingered on her, but his inner thoughts and his actions were clearly two different stories to be read.
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Post by lovely corte on Jul 15, 2013 4:17:17 GMT -8
Life had taken one of the sharpest turns that it could have possibly have taken, even for someone like Plague, over quite possibly one of his most 'heroic' acts. He was pretty sure the girl, one of the objects of his obsession, had barely known he was there.
She was probably dead, most likely.
And now here he was. He was coveting three cans of processed food. He sighed, preparing to open one and eat it for dinner before he returned to the streets, hopefully to find another meal. He gently slung his weapon over his shoulder as he entered the alleyway to climb the building.
Then he was grabbed. He took a sharp, metallic hiss as his respirator crackled in fear, before he was pinned. He winced, feeling his arm bend at an unnatural with pressing danger.
He winced, turning his head to try to get a good look at his attacker, hoping it wasn't some gang member out to jump him for his beans. When he saw who it was, he kind of hoped that all he did want was his beans.
"H-... Hnngh... I-... I'm not sure what you're talking about, please!" He said, breathing harshly at the pressure of his arm snapping. "I'm on the straight and narrow!"
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jul 15, 2013 6:08:11 GMT -8
"Not a problem." Terrance said turning his attention back to driving now that the traffic signal had changed. "Keep in mind though that we probably don't want to be seen stocking up just before something happens. And we certainly don't want to be seen together." He turned the car off the higher class area and into a more industrial part of town. Glancing up one could see a Pinnacle Protector flying overhead on some kind of patrol or something. Their dark blue and gold uniforms rather eye catching even if it wasn't a humanoid laying on his stomach at what around here was above rooftop level. All the Protectors even flew in the same manner, arms held back, head forward, not quite laying on their stomach, right leg slightly bent as it would be what they usually put forth during landing. It was... kinda surreal watching a squadron of them fly overhead. For some, comforting, for others chilling, to know that these gods among men were corporate owned and protected the status quo of the city because it was the highest bidder. Fortunately, this was just one Protector, and he wasn't even heading the same way they were. Terrance instead drove past a gun shop, indicating it for her. He stopped several blocks down and at least one street over at a local family owned bakery. "Go check your ammo if you want. I'll have a donut and coffee." He said, and handed her the keys, implying that he wouldn't be returning to the car. "Unless there's anything else we can do for you. And if something comes up you haven't thought about, you know how to contact us." His use of the plural further enforced his attempted professionalism. It was slightly at odds with the way his gaze lingered on her, but his inner thoughts and his actions were clearly two different stories to be read. She smiled her bland, unassuming smile again and took the keys. "We'll be in touch, Mr. Sawyer." Briefly, she toyed with the idea of tempting the man to give up his pseudo-professionalism but changed her mind. Now she needed to prepare for her job and do more homework regarding David Xanthony. But if the opportunity of doing more contracts in Pinnacle City arose and creepy Mr. Sawyer was behind some of these... Pretty to look at, if nothing else. And there'd be some fun on the side if he fell for the bait. But only if more work opportunities came up. Her thoughts perfectly masked, she simply nodded her goodbye to Terrence Sawyer and got out of the car to head down to the gun shop.
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