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Post by Volume Virus on Jun 26, 2012 18:08:16 GMT -5
...and because Battery City owes me a favor? *I force a meek smile. I can see him playing with a piece of rope for some reason, and I have become relatively sure that he's toying with me. I'm the one with nothing but a stupid knife, and he has my gun. If this comes to a fight, I'm screwed unless I get that gun. So...essentially screwed either way.*
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Stained Sonata
BLInd Kid
Everyones got a song with an end, so let it fall apart in a crescendo
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Post by Stained Sonata on Jun 26, 2012 20:49:02 GMT -5
*rb* Volume.. Vol, are you there? This is Stained Sonata.
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Post by Volume Virus on Jun 26, 2012 21:18:15 GMT -5
*I jump when Sona radios. It's a tense moment. I'm not ready for a voice other than Vico's. I seriously wish I had a headset for my radio. As it is, I pull out the bulky thing and talk quietly into it.*
*rb* Hey, Sona. Kind of busy. Sorry. I'll be a few more minutes....
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Jun 26, 2012 22:42:45 GMT -5
Just a few? *I chuckle* My, but you're confident. But all right, I have a schedule to keep as well. You should probably tell - *but I move before I finish the sentence, stepping forward quickly and hitting a nerve in her right shoulder, simultaneously tossing the loop of cord around her wrist and cinching it tight as I pull her arm behind her back.* This really doesn't need to be difficult.
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Post by Volume Virus on Jun 26, 2012 23:15:00 GMT -5
*I drop the knife when Vico hits my shoulder, numbness coursing through it. What did he do to me?! However, he is also conveniently behind me, so I jerk my leg up behind me and hit him in his soft spot.* I really didn't want to have to fight you, just so you know. But I want to take another visit to the Tower even less.
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Jun 26, 2012 23:25:18 GMT -5
*Stupid stupid stupid. I curl over in pain and go down on one knee, straightening back up as quickly as I can - but not before the killjoy's gun falls out of its place under my belt and clatters onto the ground. It's closer to her than to me so I snag the cord still dangling from her wrist and jerk it towards me, trying to pull her off balance*
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Post by Volume Virus on Jun 26, 2012 23:38:30 GMT -5
*He pulls me to the ground, but at least I faceplant within arm's reach of my raygun. I grab it with my left hand and move it to Vico's neck, twisting weirdly in order to make it work.* Drop my arm. Now. I don't want to have to shoot.
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Jun 26, 2012 23:42:23 GMT -5
*I freeze, then reluctantly do as she says, deftly loosening the cord and taking it with me when I let go. I'm still on one knee, the concrete rough through my slacks.* Bravo, you've got me at bay. Go on, then, I promise not to shoot you in the back when you run. Gentlemen's rules of conflict and all.
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Post by Volume Virus on Jun 26, 2012 23:57:17 GMT -5
Oh, no. I'm still stuck out here with your coworkers out there. *I haul us both upward, the gun still pressed to his throat.* If I haven't rewarded your curiosity enough yet, I'm going to fix that. Are we going to fight more, or are you going to come with me?
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Jun 26, 2012 23:59:40 GMT -5
Rewarding my curiousity, eh? Sounds vaguely inappropriate. *I grin, my mind racing. Riley will murder me if I get caught by a killjoy.* I'd really rather stay in the city. *I twist around and kick at the back of her knee, aiming for another pressure point but not landing the strike as cleanly as I'd have liked*
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Post by Volume Virus on Jun 27, 2012 0:03:43 GMT -5
*I stagger and my gun comes off of his neck. I try pistol-whipping him, unsure of the effects. I think I hear an impact, but it could have hit his skull, shoulder, ribs, or the wall.* Okay, please tell me you're not flirting with me. I have a significant other, and I wouldn't want to make him beat you to a pulp. I'm sure you wouldn't want me to either.
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Jun 27, 2012 0:08:59 GMT -5
Shit! *The gun glances off my head, sending little lights across my vision. It was a clumsy hit, but I stagger slightly and put a hand to my head* You made me swear! That's rude.
*My cord's in my other hand again, and I'm trying to decide how best to get that gun away from her. I may have to resort to using my own. I do hate shoot-outs. But she's covering me again, and however thin she may be, her aim's steady*
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Post by Volume Virus on Jun 27, 2012 0:19:49 GMT -5
You attacked me first, and that is also rude. *I sprint and end up behind him. I quickly press my gun to his throat again.* Your move, Vico. Surrender or try again? I'm warning you, we Killjoys may sometimes be weaklings, but there's real power in having something you want to get back to more than anything in the world. *I press a bit harder.* Come on. Haven't you ever wondered what's so great out there? Why we fight for a desolate desert and a few ramshackle houses?
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Jun 27, 2012 12:15:21 GMT -5
No, I never have. And I have no desire to find out what it's like firsthand. But as I also have no desire to find out what it's like to get a laser through my throat, I guess I'm coming with you. *I sigh dramatically, and let her direct me through the door of the warehouse and down the street. I toss the dead draculoid's tag onto the sidewalk as we pass his body; the paperwork is someone else's problem now. Speaking of - *
Do you still want me to call in the medic van for your rehab-worthy friend back there? They can pick up the body that way too. *And maybe get here in time to see us, I think to myself, though it doesn't seem likely.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Jun 27, 2012 12:48:24 GMT -5
Sure. I'm not heartless. I just need to get out of this city. Just remember that I do still have the opportunity to knock you out if I need to. *I loosen up on my hold a little bit, just so that I'm not choking him with my gun or anything. I feel almost bad about this, but would have felt worse if he hadn't attacked me first. This way, it's self-defense.*
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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