Re: MORITURI TE SALUTANT!! [S!4]
03-21-2012, 04:11 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Solaris.
"I unno, I eard that manor's uanted."
"Woah, are you gunna chicken out? In front of da boss?"
"No, no, i jus wanna make sure that we all know what we are gettin into!"
The voice that responded to them was lined with anger and smelled of all kinds of drugs. The very tall man standing in front of the rest of the thugs, all of them hanging in the back door of the Shrewdish Manorm, was not one who often made personal visits, but he had his reasons for this one. "Look, that Jamie Knight put my girl in the slammer and I'm not gunna let that go unpunished. If you pansies want to stick around here in the back, go ahead, but I'm not gunna let that little detective cross me and get away with it."
Bo Blackwell was a man of many vices. Incidentally, he was also the leader of a local gang, taking time out of looting and drinking in order to get revenge. Dressed rather well and holding his trusty gun, he took out a cigarette and held it to his minions, asking them for a light.
Before any of the many of them could take out a match, they heard a snap and the cigarette seemingly lit itself. Stepping out from the shadow, holding a small ball of fire, was a red headed young adult wearing sunglasses. He smugly smirked as he weaved through the miscellaneous thugs directly to Bo's surprised face.
"So, you're looking for revenge, eh? I think I could help you there! That is of course, assuming that you could do me the same."
Bo and his gang took a closer look at the young man, noting more of his features in by the orange flame floating above what wasn't actually a hand, but a metal contraption in the shape of one. The peanut gallery looked in a mixture of awe and fear. One thug had the exact amount of idiocy and bravery to charge at the sunglasses clad male.
Chad didn't like that. He supposed that he could have just dodged or tripped the bat wielding thug, or even dealt with him by slowing down or speeding up a little and then just beating the shit out of him. However, that would just be practical, and wouldn't look as cool as what he did decide to do.
He tossed the fireball on to his other hand and caught the bat as the thug swung down. Turning his smirk into a scowl, he lit up the area around his head and tossed the bat on the ground, staring at the poor thug and starting to surround himself with flames. The thug began to cower at the burning man in front of him, struggling as he was lifted in the air, and sweating as the flames intensified.
Chad stared at the thug directly in the eyes and then engulfed him in flames.
"Later loser."
Chad tossed the burning corpse on the floor and then turned back to Bo, returning to his smug demeanor. "So, what do you say?"
While the rest of his gang looked in fear at their fallen comrade, Bo began to cackle. "I like you kid! Much more than that idiot. I'll tell yea what, if you help me take down that idiot detective Jamie Knight, I'll help you with whatever ails ya."
Bo placed his hand out, "What do ya say, we've got a deal?"
Chad shook. "Sure."
"I unno, I eard that manor's uanted."
"Woah, are you gunna chicken out? In front of da boss?"
"No, no, i jus wanna make sure that we all know what we are gettin into!"
The voice that responded to them was lined with anger and smelled of all kinds of drugs. The very tall man standing in front of the rest of the thugs, all of them hanging in the back door of the Shrewdish Manorm, was not one who often made personal visits, but he had his reasons for this one. "Look, that Jamie Knight put my girl in the slammer and I'm not gunna let that go unpunished. If you pansies want to stick around here in the back, go ahead, but I'm not gunna let that little detective cross me and get away with it."
Bo Blackwell was a man of many vices. Incidentally, he was also the leader of a local gang, taking time out of looting and drinking in order to get revenge. Dressed rather well and holding his trusty gun, he took out a cigarette and held it to his minions, asking them for a light.
Before any of the many of them could take out a match, they heard a snap and the cigarette seemingly lit itself. Stepping out from the shadow, holding a small ball of fire, was a red headed young adult wearing sunglasses. He smugly smirked as he weaved through the miscellaneous thugs directly to Bo's surprised face.
"So, you're looking for revenge, eh? I think I could help you there! That is of course, assuming that you could do me the same."
Bo and his gang took a closer look at the young man, noting more of his features in by the orange flame floating above what wasn't actually a hand, but a metal contraption in the shape of one. The peanut gallery looked in a mixture of awe and fear. One thug had the exact amount of idiocy and bravery to charge at the sunglasses clad male.
Chad didn't like that. He supposed that he could have just dodged or tripped the bat wielding thug, or even dealt with him by slowing down or speeding up a little and then just beating the shit out of him. However, that would just be practical, and wouldn't look as cool as what he did decide to do.
He tossed the fireball on to his other hand and caught the bat as the thug swung down. Turning his smirk into a scowl, he lit up the area around his head and tossed the bat on the ground, staring at the poor thug and starting to surround himself with flames. The thug began to cower at the burning man in front of him, struggling as he was lifted in the air, and sweating as the flames intensified.
Chad stared at the thug directly in the eyes and then engulfed him in flames.
"Later loser."
Chad tossed the burning corpse on the floor and then turned back to Bo, returning to his smug demeanor. "So, what do you say?"
While the rest of his gang looked in fear at their fallen comrade, Bo began to cackle. "I like you kid! Much more than that idiot. I'll tell yea what, if you help me take down that idiot detective Jamie Knight, I'll help you with whatever ails ya."
Bo placed his hand out, "What do ya say, we've got a deal?"
Chad shook. "Sure."