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Post by Volume Virus on Aug 22, 2012 11:54:34 GMT -5
*I sit down on the sand for a second. The stress of this situation has made me a bit winded.* Well, that sure was interesting. I hope he's always like that, or we'll g ourselves killed. *Resist the urge to glare at Aftermath resist the urge to glare at Aftermath* Now, where are we going? *I'm thinking of the circle, which must be something special, because the other massacre didn't have that. I unconsciously start humming again. Gravity...don't mean too much to me....*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Aug 24, 2012 14:35:43 GMT -5
I think right now, we need a place to go to. A place we can rest and put this together. We're no good standing out here saying "Derrr what dat mean?" *I scratch my head and think for a moment* We can check out some of the motels around here, or we could head to the bowling alley. I'm unsure, really. Vol, do you have any ideas? Vico? We're not going into the city, I'm saying that right now. *I watch Delta as he trails off* I think someone needs to follow Delta.
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Aug 24, 2012 14:44:02 GMT -5
*Despite the mild death threat the Exterminator had given me moments ago, my hand shoots up into the air* I'll follow him! I, ah, know how to interact with him. Being from the city and all. Won't get myself shot like a killjoy might. Can I follow him?
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Aug 24, 2012 14:46:03 GMT -5
*I walk over to Vico and grab him by the ear.* Down boy, you're staying your ass right where I can see you. *I look down at Day who is still intoxicated beyond belief.* Why don't you follow after him, kid? You've survived this long, and you seemed to like him.
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Aug 24, 2012 14:48:34 GMT -5
*Okay, that's just too far. Before I have a chance to think it through (which, admittedly, would probably have been a good idea) I grab IA's arm and twist, simultaneously hitting a trio of pressure points that effectively disable the limb. I immediately take a quick step backwards, halfway set on just booking it into the desert before he shoots me* I don't allow quite /that/ much walking on me, dear.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Aug 24, 2012 14:54:09 GMT -5
*I can't help but laugh as my arm lies uselessly.* Vico, rule number one of hand to hand combat: If you're going to disable your opponent, disable the part that will cause the most harm to you. *I unholster my pistol and point it right at Vico's nose.* I don't need two hands to aim properly. *I walk up to Vico, the barrel of the gun becoming going closer and closer until the front sights are against his forehead.* Ever make a mistake and then realize immediately how much you just fucked up? Now is one of those moments.
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Aug 24, 2012 14:56:31 GMT -5
*I cross my arms, staring back at him* I wasn't /trying/ to disable you. I was trying to get your hand off me, and it worked. You're the one making me stay. It's your fault if I'm not particularly enthusiastic about the job.
*He's not actually going to shoot me, right? I hope he's not actually going to shoot me...*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Aug 24, 2012 15:09:25 GMT -5
*I pull the hammer back just as my hand regains feeling.* You haven't been around people stronger than you before, have you? Vico, we can be friends, or we can be enemies, but first you gotta learn where your place is. We are out on the field. You are under my orders. If I trusted you, you'd have some leeway, but we aren't at that point in our relationship yet. *I slam my heel onto his foot and swing my fist into the side of his head.* Now let's find somewhere to organize what we've found.
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Aug 24, 2012 15:14:16 GMT -5
*I stagger slightly to the side, ears ringing* This is not how normal people make friends! You know what, Volume? You can have him. I hope he threatens you as much as he does me. *I move back and to the side, putting distance between Aftermath and myself. The pile of bodies is rather more inviting at the moment. Why am I even here?*
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Post by Volume Virus on Aug 24, 2012 16:49:49 GMT -5
I thought you would have liked his hands on you from the impression I've been getting. *I roll my eyes.* Don't mind him, he does this to pretty much everyone who isn't deemed Killjoy enough. It's not really personal. *I back up toward Vico, displaying that I think Aftermath is in the wrong but avoiding saying it. He's so ridiculously angry right now that he might just hit me, so I keep on my toes just in case I need to run.* Are you in danger of falling over? Don't want anyone stepping on your head when you're the only thing keeping us from getting Exterminated.
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Post by Daystar Delight on Aug 24, 2012 16:55:24 GMT -5
Aye aye captain whoever! *I salute, stand up, and head toward my bike. Sadly, my yummy buzz is starting to wear off, which is not cool. With a sad face, I apply helmet and jacket. I forget that the wine is tied in my jacket, so the bottle shatters on the ground. I lament for a moment before backing my bike away from the glass. I get on the bike (almost toppling over once) and follow the dictated coordinates to what is, apparently, Number One Stiff Central. See? I can remember things.*
((Following Delta wherever he may go, unless I receive an objection.))
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Post by Exterminator Delta on Aug 25, 2012 10:20:56 GMT -5
*Another massive pile of bodies, this one more rank than the last, given it had been sitting out in the blistering sun for longer. A few birds pick at the uppermost corpses, and before I catch myself, I've already shot two of them dead as they scavenge. The third is shot out of the air as it tries to fly away and comes crashing to earth a few yards away. I walk over and crush its skull beneath my boot, grinding black feathers and bone into pulp.*
Dirty fucking animal.
*I want to burn them, give them a dignified death, but I have received no orders that this was protocol. I don't want to destroy evidence, but fuck, it's so frustrating. Killjoys can die in the desert and be pulled apart by hungry creatures, I don't care. Citizens are different. Sacred
Swallowing the sickness that's starting to work its way through the medication, I place myself before the select five that had been set up like scarecrows. 1-2-3-4, and then the distinct 'leader' of them all, pointing back in the direction I had come from, cut on his his chest. The spider. Clarity.
I knew that mark. Quite well, actually. It was almost everpresent in our series of rendezvous, given it was his car we fucked about- first when I wore my hood and later when I was a little more daring and free. We were young and shiny back then, and at the time I was genuinely happy. Even after I was re-leashed. Of course, that all ended about two years ago. Life goes on and you cope. I smoke cigarettes in remembrance. But these fuckers apparently don't appreciate the same elegance.
Oh man. Have they made an ENEMY out of me.*
The spider on the first one of the lot, *I radio Vico, trying to keep my voice flat, professional.* I'm sure your Killjoy buddies already knew this, but it's associated with the Dange- ....You might know them as the Fabulous Four. This may be a belated retaliation for their Extermination.
*I cut down the ones propped up and lay them out proper, arms crossed over their chests. I seamlessly scale the first pole and perch on top. I spot Daystar long before she even notices me. Great. I would have preferred Vico. In this turmoiled, slippery state of mind, I can't exactly guarantee that this Killjoy will make it back to camp in one piece.*
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Post by Daystar Delight on Aug 25, 2012 11:56:59 GMT -5
*I get off of my bike and flip the kickstand to its operant position, feeling steady (to my great dismay). I inch closer to the stabby BLI guy and instantly back up when I see his face. Okay, that's a glower. I don't think I've ever seen anyone angrier as far as I can remember. Sheesh, you'd think I had punched his mother.* I was just sent to keep watch and make sure you didn't call some more of your Exterminator friends to kill the investigation squad. I will not talk to you and I will stay out of your way as long as you don't try to murder me. Deal?
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Post by Exterminator Delta on Aug 25, 2012 12:04:56 GMT -5
*How cute, she thinks I have 'exterminator' friends. I stare down at her from my vantage point atop of the pole and smirk.* What's a matter, you don't TRUST me?
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Post by Daystar Delight on Aug 25, 2012 12:56:52 GMT -5
We're the quarry and you're the hunters. Explain to me why I should trust you, or why the people who told me to come should. *I sit on the sand and observe calmly, even though I kind of want to cry about this inevitable hangover beginning to bloom in my head.* I'm not planning to judge, darling. I'm also not planning to trust. I wasn't planning to talk, though. Now you may continue.
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