Re: The Phenomenal Fracas! (GBS2G6): [Round One: Afterparty]
09-21-2010, 10:35 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MrGuy.
Blackmask groaned and clutched at the mask, which had come off upon impact. Sandman has core. Going to destroy everything. Reattaching the mask and slowly rising, the pirate tried to slow down the whirlwind of thoughts. Can't beat sandman. Too strong. Need help. A hand went to the jetpack, which rattled a bit before taking off. No lizard. No cloth mage. Thatix gone. Don't know the rest. A small groan. Have to do it myself. No choice. Innocents. Can't let them get hurt.
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Randall Preston walked through the factory, hands clasped behind his back. Everything was going well: the workers were all dutifully plowing away... except one. "Elizabeth, we discussed your lack of work ethic." The girl he was talking to frantically attempted to get the machinery going again, still sleep-deprived despite her "generous" five hours. It was too late. Randall brought out the cane.
Adrian, who was working across the aisle, frowned as the girl winced in pain at the five smacks. She halfheartedly got back to work, and the boss, satisfied, returned to his office. The child looked down at the watch that had cost pay accumulated over months. Shift over. The plan was ready. Leaving the machinery, Adrian grasped at a knife, concealed within a disheveled jacket, and knocked on Randall's door. He deserved this.
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Ripper, having regained some amount of lucidity, decided that the only real course of action was to shout. "Get out of the way, you bleedin' fools! You all got the black spot on you! You got to get out, or get to high ground, or barricade yourselves in! Do something!" Stupid civilians. More trouble than they're worth. I hope that bartender's alright. They tend to be good people as shopkeepers go. No more time to contemplate. A swirling sandstorm loomed ahead, Tamerlane at the center of it. He smiled as Ripper approached.
"Ah, my good man. Somehow I expected you to come." He fingered the Core. "Quite a powerful little gadget, I must say. Thank you kindly for, hmm, giving it to me."
Ripper grunted. "Cut it, y'blaggard. You're gonna hurt innocent people."
The mercenary responded briefly with confusion, then with laughter. "A pirate, warning me about hurting innocents? Surely you realize the depths of your own hypocrisy, Blackmask. How many innocents have you killed in your career? Hundreds? Thousands?" He lazily tossed some sand over his shoulder, which Blackmask just managed to dodge. "I see your pack is damaged. My apologies, but I'm going to have to kill you eventually anyway. Besides, you know how much of a handicap it is to fight fair."
"Bah. Talkin's for when nothin's on the line." Ripper landed and whipped out the pistol, firing three shots at the mercenary, all of which rebounded off a shield of sand. A subsequent melee assault, an attempt at a knee to the groin followed by an uppercut, was met by an elbow to the gut and a massive pile of sand, burying the pirate neck-deep; with a mere flick of the mercenary's wrist, it turned to a prison of powerful crystal. Tamerlane shook his head. "Really, now. You fancy yourself such a powerful opponent, and yet the instant you have to share your toys, you're reduced to nothing. Pitiful." He formed a massive blade out of sand and aimed it at Ripper. "Right, then. I should save your head for later, but if I remove your limbs, that'll do quite nicely..."
Ripper squirmed in the prison of a prism, praying to god that something, anything would happen that could stop the blade's inexorable approach. Come on... I've done my best here... it can't end like this, right? Right?
Blackmask groaned and clutched at the mask, which had come off upon impact. Sandman has core. Going to destroy everything. Reattaching the mask and slowly rising, the pirate tried to slow down the whirlwind of thoughts. Can't beat sandman. Too strong. Need help. A hand went to the jetpack, which rattled a bit before taking off. No lizard. No cloth mage. Thatix gone. Don't know the rest. A small groan. Have to do it myself. No choice. Innocents. Can't let them get hurt.
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Randall Preston walked through the factory, hands clasped behind his back. Everything was going well: the workers were all dutifully plowing away... except one. "Elizabeth, we discussed your lack of work ethic." The girl he was talking to frantically attempted to get the machinery going again, still sleep-deprived despite her "generous" five hours. It was too late. Randall brought out the cane.
Adrian, who was working across the aisle, frowned as the girl winced in pain at the five smacks. She halfheartedly got back to work, and the boss, satisfied, returned to his office. The child looked down at the watch that had cost pay accumulated over months. Shift over. The plan was ready. Leaving the machinery, Adrian grasped at a knife, concealed within a disheveled jacket, and knocked on Randall's door. He deserved this.
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Ripper, having regained some amount of lucidity, decided that the only real course of action was to shout. "Get out of the way, you bleedin' fools! You all got the black spot on you! You got to get out, or get to high ground, or barricade yourselves in! Do something!" Stupid civilians. More trouble than they're worth. I hope that bartender's alright. They tend to be good people as shopkeepers go. No more time to contemplate. A swirling sandstorm loomed ahead, Tamerlane at the center of it. He smiled as Ripper approached.
"Ah, my good man. Somehow I expected you to come." He fingered the Core. "Quite a powerful little gadget, I must say. Thank you kindly for, hmm, giving it to me."
Ripper grunted. "Cut it, y'blaggard. You're gonna hurt innocent people."
The mercenary responded briefly with confusion, then with laughter. "A pirate, warning me about hurting innocents? Surely you realize the depths of your own hypocrisy, Blackmask. How many innocents have you killed in your career? Hundreds? Thousands?" He lazily tossed some sand over his shoulder, which Blackmask just managed to dodge. "I see your pack is damaged. My apologies, but I'm going to have to kill you eventually anyway. Besides, you know how much of a handicap it is to fight fair."
"Bah. Talkin's for when nothin's on the line." Ripper landed and whipped out the pistol, firing three shots at the mercenary, all of which rebounded off a shield of sand. A subsequent melee assault, an attempt at a knee to the groin followed by an uppercut, was met by an elbow to the gut and a massive pile of sand, burying the pirate neck-deep; with a mere flick of the mercenary's wrist, it turned to a prison of powerful crystal. Tamerlane shook his head. "Really, now. You fancy yourself such a powerful opponent, and yet the instant you have to share your toys, you're reduced to nothing. Pitiful." He formed a massive blade out of sand and aimed it at Ripper. "Right, then. I should save your head for later, but if I remove your limbs, that'll do quite nicely..."
Ripper squirmed in the prison of a prism, praying to god that something, anything would happen that could stop the blade's inexorable approach. Come on... I've done my best here... it can't end like this, right? Right?