8/30 - MidwayMayhem ||Deck 3|| Three Wingos Loose!
Aug 31, 2013 12:27:31 GMT -5
MADDOX, Kitty Knox, and 4 more like this
Post by Olan Sinclair on Aug 31, 2013 12:27:31 GMT -5
A Vestige Within - Jules - played Cross
Astute Diversion - Chelle - played Kitty
Bound but Free - Tu - played Maddox
Deadmans Heart - Gaplin - played Zachariah
Prodigal Aviator - Rem - played Thawnolan
Prodigal Aviator: THREE WINGOS LOOSE ON MIDWAY - It was a movie nightmare if any of them remembered or knew what movies where. Midway wasn't keen on live transport but there were bays where it was permitted. Wingos were not one of the permitted animals on the station yet there they were like a family of destructive bloody damnation. They woke slow at first and then all at once, killing those who weren't prepared for it. The few people in the docking bay were slaughtered and the Wingos prowled their way out curious and eager to find a way out of the tin maze. For now, they were a pack and they were blazing through the markets following the smell of food-- people and other cooked meat and wild flavor that tickled their senses. The littlest one wasn't doing much of the killing but a lot of the damage, hopping on and through tables, crashing through booths and squaling like a child throwing a trantrum - W1. Mamma Wingo was bigger and a hell of a lot meaner. She was perhaps the most vicious and territorial of the three of them. Aiming for the limbs of anyone near her because flinging them across the room was more fun than actually tearing a limb off. Maybe she liked their screams over her baby's, W2 was going to be a bitch to put down... but even she didn't hold a candal to the behemoth Papa Wingo- W3. Burly and dominantly damaging! Three times bigger than a large man, Papa Wingo was an alpha bull of their species if ever there was one and he didn't seem to like that boxed in feeling with the metal hum every which way. He was crashing and crunching, whiping his tail and taking off heads. If Mama Wingo was going to be a bitch to put down, he was going to be a tank... [AND ENTER! Jules, starting with you, room order, ending with Olan.]
A Vestige Within: Just another sunny evening on Midway Station right? The bounty hunter was getting in some valuable solo time. When the need for peace and solitude beckoned? Cross answered its call willingly. With that said, he was wandering the less frequented corridors not too far from the markets and the docks. Chances were he'd end up at Ducky's by the end of the night for a glass of whiskey before he retired to his ship. His hammock was looking better and better as the night drew on. Despite it all he had a self-satisfied grin subtly plastered upon his dark features. He'd opted for the lighter leather coat rather than the trench but still carried Betsy over his back. Small comforts and it helped to keep most at a distance. Gun. Hunter. Read that from a mile away. He had his pistols tucked away in the holsters of his jacket, a knife shoved into his boot and a longer hunting knife slipped into his belt for good measures. In this station the sounds tended to travel through the cavernous, solid-surfaced halls very easily. But he figured the screams he heard far off in the distance were just the sounds of some impromptu party that had broken out. Maybe Olan had unloaded her bucket and started hammering at it again to get the people moving. He rolled his shoulders and groaned. Might as well see what the celebration was about. Maybe Midway's infamous streaker had torn off his clothes and was running about again showing his ass. Didn't take much to get the people in this place excited, must be the interior air pressure getting to their heads.. . (D)
Astute Diversion: Markets, they were an endless fascination for her not only because of all the stuff...but the people. ...and their stuff! She had a hoarding problem, really. Today wasn;t unlike any other free-day for the girl. She was wearing black jeans and a gray tank, brown hair left down even though it got in her way simply because she looked like a lost orphan child of innocent thoughts otherwise. Currently hip slung to a counter and on the otherside was Oceana, a merchant of questionable...everything: race, wits, honesty, prices. But, she had the best junk in the Verse! Fingers of her left hand were trailing pretty as you please over the sleek lines of a wrench. Not just any wrench mind you but a black metal wrench with sensor precision so any bolt would fit right, not prone to stripping, the other end had the wire cutter edge for multipurpose use. Oh, sexy. "Now Ocie, You're askin way too much, yanno? Lets get the tech bits down a bit and maybe we can trade in skill, betcha a new sprog I can tweak that rifle of yours to somethin worth havin" The screams, that didn't register first. It was painic, pain, fear, anger, chaos. It slammed into her so quick she wasn't expecting it, didn't know what to do with it and couldn't breathe because of it. Hand shot up to press a concealed sensor behind her ear, shouting, even though she shouldn't, she couldn't help it "Cap...MADS..somethin's terrible messed up at the ..." Oh shit, duck! She and Oceana both dropped low as a wingo came charging through, as of yet too far to notice, but instinct was to get low! "Cap! Wingos! Where are you?" Hug a tree later, her first need was to get those two pistols in hand while trying to block out all the panic that made her want to scream. Guns in hand, perverse as it was, helped with that! -d
Bound but free: ::It was almost the hour between night and day. The hour of silence. Maddox was tucked away in her room aboard the SWIFT. Her crew knew this ritual and her cousin observed it with her, in his own room. It was easier not to speak when you weren't faced with questions, curiosities, or demands. Most of the time she'd just take a nap but Maddox was restless and pacing the length of her bed in a tank top and panties. Sometimes, she slid her feet across the fur rug instead of picking them up just to enjoy the soft texture beneath her bare skin. Of course, when she did it, she hadn't expected it to become a hazard. Fingertips idelly combing through long and dark hair that only looked brownish black, in the right light it was almost every color in singular stands that made it easy to wonder if it was imagined. More than one reason she kept it braided back all the time. Likewise, in her cabin, she was also without her goggles and deep in thought. So deep, in fact, when she heard and felt the pressure-click in her head signaling an incomming transmission from her Gunner, she accepted on instinct and slipped on her slide as the girl shouted and eventually confessed Midway had wingos. Kitty might have heard the oomph of impact that was her Captain hitting the floor, but she wasn't winded when she almost tiredly replied:: Arrre you 'urt? ::What she really wanted to ask was if Kitty realized what time it was, but as the moments ticked by, she aimed to at least make sure her crew was okay before she took that serious vow of silence and got dressed for wingo-wrangling; some part of her wondering if she should bring Bon'e and Cly'd along. Nothing is better at protecting you from a wingo than another wingo...or in Maddox' case, a mated pair she and her former husband trained.::-d
Deadmans Heart: :: Zachariah was sitting at a table on the opposite side of the market's main alley when the first screams pierced through the chatter. Human, then Wingo, and then both in wild abandon. He wore the same sort of attire as the day before, black leather pants, open tunic and vest. His pistol was holstered to the right, his machete to the left and all it took was him to stand to have both in hand. Looking over most of the people he could see the Wingos within sprinting distance with a crowd trying to get out of the way. Some failed and blood sprayed the air like rain. This day was going in the Midway history books. So far back there was no clear shot to take without hitting someone so the large killer bounded over the table like he didn't weight 250 and ducked through the crowd trying not to shove anyone to the floor. He was a killer so that was what he intended to do. It was a challenge and he was capable. That was the simplistic world he lived in. :: -d-
Deadmans Heart: [Rolling now since he will be close enough to attack next round.]
OnlineHost: Deadmans Heart rolled 1 10-sided die: 5
Prodigal Aviator: -=| OLAN was shopping for bath oils tucked inside one of her favorite booths. Unaware Lady Lillian OzGud made them but damn if she wasn't a fan and she felt like she had reason to indulge. Her hair wasn't purple anymore it was red but hidden under a black knitted cap since her protector was unavailable. Olan didn't even hear the screams at first, her and that damned tunnel vision of hers currently wrapped up in the intoxicating scent of a "dragonsblood" bath oil she was definitely going to buy. No, it wasn't until that little Wingo came whipping through the booth next to hers that she turned her head and started focusing on her surroundings again. It wasn't a blink later before that little fucker crashed into that booth knocking the thin metal wall over on Olan and pinning her under it-- on the plus side, none of the Wingos could get her under there! Unlike when she was erotically excited, Olan didn't scream in the face of danger, but she did choke on her heart and get flooded with the adrenaline to right and hide as far and fast as she could-- something she couldn't do currently pinned under the baby Wingo. Oh Olan! At least her oversized coat and leather pants would help provide a little shielding if one did get to her! A little was better than none! |=-[d]
Prodigal Aviator: [[REMINDER>>> Rolling for the Wingos, then posting for them!]
OnlineHost: Prodigal Aviator rolled 3 22-sided dice: 13 19 8
Prodigal Aviator: Mamma Wingo (W2) Loved the screams and blood Papa Wingo (W3) was helping out with. Nearly missing Kitty and her ducking eagerness to inform Maddox-- smart, considering Mads was a Wingo Wrangler! Baby Wingo (W1), he was slipping and clawing that metal wall he stood pinning the Jack-pilot under. There was all kinds of action and a few predators of the human variety popping up which wasn't unnoticed by the Adult Wingos. It was the baby Wingo (W1) who jumped after Kitty the second he got off the wobbly wall. Eating up the flooring like a shot from a gun and slashing his tail around thwaking people to the floor on the way. Maybe it was the way she smelled or the fact she was alerting someone like he was smart enough to know that. Maybe he was. Mamma Wingo (W2) and Papa Wingo (W3) were turned away from the smell of spilt purfumes and attracted the charging movements of Zachariah though neither charged back, they split apart from each other to try and circle him before they did, make him choose to focus his attention on one or the other! Snapping their jaws and whipping their tails at anyone and everyone who couldn't scramble from the somewhat packed market floor fast enough. [DONE]
A Vestige Within: Jai just came strolling along, hell, the man was even whistling that Lola song he'd picked up from the red-headed little monster. He heard a clattering just as he entered the markets and his eyes widened. It took a few moments for him to register just what was going on here. There was.. a hell of a lot blood, people scattering and running for their lives and... wingos? It was like a scene out of some nightmare. He stood, stunned, before his instincts kicked in. It was hard to recognize anyone in the fray, he saw a large man moving towards the wingos instead of away and then he saw the smallest of the three he spotted heading towards Kitty. He did not see Olan pinned underneath whatever she was pinned under. "...for fuck's sake." he fell to one knee and whipped Betsy from his back. She was loaded and ready to go... always. Whistling less than ten seconds ago, now he was pulling Betsy to his shoulder and peering down the scope to take aim through the scattering crowd. If one of them ran in front of his bullet.. perhaps this wasn't the best idea. Jai did things his way! So from that distance, he took in a breath and pulled the trigger to try and lighten the trio a bit. Ah.. this brought him back to Javos, except without the screaming and gore and havoc inside of a big metal and glass box. But now's not the time for reminiscing. . (D)
OnlineHost: A Vestige Within rolled 1 10-sided die: 10
Astute Diversion: "Ohhh you naughty little brat. Goin on an pitchin a fit. You're an only child aren't ya? Ocie, I need rope..now...NOW " The first bit mumbled as she watched the baby have it's little hissy fit and do a rain dance on someone under a sheet of metal. The Captain's voice in her head made her maybe look a little bit off in the fact she was talking to someone that wasn't there. Was that thud? "Alright for the moe Cap. But I've seen two might be...ah shit he's charging" Mutter and springing up she took hold of that pretty, sexy wrench, tucking one pistol away and was mid run...but the scent, the smell the feel of a gun shot had her dropping into a kneel and slide to lay flat. Wrench in one hand and pistol in the other, she was pretty sure she heard skull and a thud...and felt a rain of blood. Looking toward the direction that the shot came from, Cross wasn't hard to find, he was right with that pretty sexy beast of his. Betsy, you naughty tease, showin off like that . Rawr! So, Cross would have to overlook the momentary look of lust aimed at his hardware before she grinned and shouted. "Oh sure, just flaunt that lady like no one else wants ta fondle her. Tsk" Head up and trying to spot the others, shouting back. "OCIE...THe Rope!" Ocie shouting back from her hidden corner "Pay first!" Eye roll from the gunner "Credit!" Ocie...laughed, "No such thing, missy!" Shrug. At least she got the wrench! -d
Bound but free: ::Once she was down on that rug, in her skivvies, Maddox realized she almost didn't want to get up. Suuure, there were wingos in Midway that were likely to be killed due to human negligence and carelessness, but was she really at all responsible for that? No. Still, as she overheard a gunshot while Kitty was explaining and apparently dodging, the Saborian Warlord took a deep breath and let it out in a silent exhale. It was the Twilight Hour and Maddox was sworn to silence. Her Gunner would only hear the line click in acknowledgement and promise. Maddox was getting ready. What does one wear to fight wingos? In this case, what she had on plus a pair of pants and leather boots because it wasn't like the wingos would wait for her to get armored! Cheating a little and sending the equivalent of a text to her cousin's room, Maddox headed for the Wingo bay where her babies had their own sanctuary. No, she wasn't going to take them down to the station, someone might shoot them. BUT she did want to get their scent on her. It would both make her more of a target and more of a perplextion. Smart as they were, Wingos were still animals. Just a pass-by and Maddox was grabbing her spare gunbelt and walking out onto the docks as she hooked it about her hips. Arms dangerously bare, she wasn't planning on getting that close if she could avoid it. With her goggles safely over her eyes, her hair looked more messed up than it was, all wound up and stabbed with a couple of spikes at the back of her head and off the nap of her neck. There was no time to braid it. While Maddox took to walking, she didn't just wait for the screaming to tell her where, she pulled a gaget from her belt to sweep the lifesigns on this level.::-d
Deadmans Heart: :: It was Mamma Wingo he watched when they split apart in the market. He did not know it was Olan under the metal or he might have chosen a different path. Too late. Zachariah was not a Wingo Wrangler but he had killed Wingos before. Many beasts of Javos in fact. He watched the female Wingo, duller colors, but it was Papa Wingo he would attack. It was Papa Wingo who would be attacking him and he knew it. When the reptile three times larger than him leaped over the huddled and scurring people toward him, he waited. Just before the Wingo came down on him he spun with a growling thrust of power with his machete. He snapped the wingo's mouth shut with a bloody ut under its chin keeping it from biting him as he twisted out of the way of those talons. Wounding it, but not killing it. He was not done and would not stop until they were down or he was. Zachariah did not see who did the shooting but did see the baby wingo go down from the corner of his eye before he was visually tagging the Adult Wingo's again to see which one might attack next.:: -d-
OnlineHost: Deadmans Heart rolled 1 10-sided die: 4
Prodigal Aviator: -=| POOR Thawnolan! No one knew she was under there! Maybe it was best, really, with a grunt from the jumpped weight of the man sized raptor like lizzard she was relitively free to get out of dodge if she wanted. Peering out from the floor level she could see shoes, boots, feet, blood, faces, limbs... people were running, crawling and scrambling around. She bit her lip and grimaced through the overwhelming smells of spilled bath oils around the
Prodigal Aviator: booth and her under that tipped wall. The little Wingo had left her alone so maybe the rest would too and for that reason she resisted the urge to run and stayed under the wall trying not to have a panic attack! |=-[d]
Prodigal Aviator: [1st dice= Mamma, 2nd Dice= Pappa]
OnlineHost: Prodigal Aviator rolled 2 22-sided dice: 6 8
Prodigal Aviator: Zachariah wounded Pappa Wingo(W3) with a nasty slash under his chin right up close and personal! It cut to the bone at the deepest point of that slash and left a blood trail and a bellowed a clarion call that would echo off the market walls. Baby Wingo (W1) was a snap from taking Kitty's pretty little head off when Jai "Crossfire" Cross swung Besty (his beloved gun, one of many) around to line up a shot-- fuck the people if they got in the way, why do you think he's called "Crossfire"? Lucky for the people it was the little brat of a Wingo that went down like a sack of concrete dust smearing the market floor. Yeah, someone was going to have to clean that up wasn't Jai. Mamma Wingo (W2) and Pappa Wingo (W3) bolted away after the sudden death of their baby and the wounding of Pappa Wingo. They were quick too! Bulling through whoever was standing and slashing and stoping on anyone under foot! Was Kitty going to let that happen? Since when wasn't she ready to blow anything up? Maybe she needed Maddox to guide her which was just her luck because Maddox was going to converge on the running Wingo pair if no one managed to stop them! [DONE]
A Vestige Within: Let's face it, the young wingo wasn't as smart as its parents and it was the easiest to take out. Still counted as a kill! Droplets of wingo blood had rained down upon Kitty and when she shouted out to him, Jai simply saluted her with a gesture of index and middle finger from his temple. Jissy twitch. "...you're only good me, aren't you, baby..." Talking to his guns after they did a good job was just considered proper manners. Like cuddling for a bit after sex. Anyways, baby wingo had a hole in its head and had fallen like a log but the other two were on a rampage. One of them was giving Zachariah a hard time. Jai was going to take another shot, but he didn't think trying his luck at not *accidentally* shooting some poor soul instead would work twice. Time to change tactics. He was moving just as Goggles arrived. It was hard to spot Olan in all this fray. She had her hat on again too. Jai pursued the Papa Wingo and slung his gun over his shoulder once again, leaping over fallen tables and ramsacked Stacks. The high-tech lasso he kept retracted in his belt was swiftly yanked free... but before he could put it to use, he had to corner the big beast. A change of tactics, probably not the smartest one (at least not for himself) but he hoped his reflexes would do him well as he tried to pursue the Papa between two stands. . (D)
OnlineHost: A Vestige Within rolled 1 10-sided die: 8
Astute Diversion: A wink to Cross and she rolled, slipped a bit in blood and giggled at her lack of balance. Slippery when wet, yanno! Maybe it wasn't the best idea to go after a wingo splattered in their dead offsprings blood, but...impulse, whatcha gonna do, really? She was a bit disappointed that the small one was dead, but hell, didn't mean she couldn't at least attempt to keep one of those beasts breathing. Maybe Bonnie could have a friend? Pfft. Who knows. Still, she was thinking while in motion, tucking her gun at her hip and taking into a full out run. Was that mango she smelled? Was that Olan she saw? So much going on! In that sprint, Kitty darted to one damaged stack and swooped up a half crushed to-go container of something meaty, Kabobs? Sprinting from that one to another she ransacked the shelves and found a bucket of nuts and bolts. ..Pause, brow furrow..Yeah , ok. And with wrench in hand, jar of nuts and bolts under her arm and food in hand she sprinted after Mama Wingo to see if maybe, just maybe, something good might happen.
OnlineHost: Astute Diversion rolled 1 10-sided die: 10
Bound but free: ::The device she used leached off Midways grid and simply separated the frequencies everthing vibrates at. It was like a hand-held x-ray without all the radiation and she could choose what level to be looking at. Right then, she was looking at the bio signs in a basic blue-print grid that made her curse aloud to see two wingos headed toward her and a couple of idiots (maybe one of them was hers) running after them. Tucking the device back into her belt, she loaded her left hand with her slingshot while the right fingered a very small feathered dart from her belt. It was small, but it was made for the big reptiles. Without her grav boots making her clunk about, Maddox was swift and silent on the grating and even SHE could smell the Wingos on her and knew it would catch the two's attention. What she didn't know was that they'd be cornered by her Gunner (yay Kitty!) and Cross of all people... did he just hang around like a Bodoch? Nevermind, Maddox jogged and then ran to close the distance, taking to a table for better height and angle to launch herself over Cross' head and infront of the Wingobull he cornered between two stands as it screamed at him in the hopes of accurately launching that slingshotted dart into the back of it's throat. If she was successful, it might get a couple steps but it would be out before it hit the ground. If it grazed, maybe it'd be temporarily blind and numb of the impacted area... If it didn't and she missed, well, hopefully Cross had a plan beyond trapping the bastard and Kitty had the female before she realized her man was being double teamed...::-d
OnlineHost: Bound but free rolled 1 10-sided die: 4
Deadmans Heart: :: They ran, they didn't like such unexpected confrontation from multiple angles. It made Zachariah smile and glance up to see the Hunter he had met the night before. He would compliment his shot later. He could see Jai separating the bigger one, immediately rising was his pistol in a grip from his hip up to the bobbing and ducking head of Mamma Wingo on the move toward Maddox. When he took the shot he was accounting for the people so he would not hit one but sacrificed his accuracy, grazing her head instead of putting one in her. He saw Kitty in motion for the same Wingo and refrained from taking another shot. He turned instead, to help get people off the floor and off this deck. This brought him to that tin wall, lifting it up to find the pilot under it much to his surprise. She did not have anything to do with this did she? Zachariah put his weapons back in their sheaths and held his hands up.:: -d-
Prodigal Aviator: -=| WHAT?! Of all the people who were coming to lift the wall to see who was under it it had to be Zachariah didn't it? The person she wanted to cross the least, maybe even less than the Wingos! Okay, maybe not but seeing him when she rolled on her back already skidding to get her feet under her, his face was not the one she expected and if her hand hadn't slipped in a pool of blood on her way to try and twist and push herself up, she might have managed to bolt out of his way before his hands finished raising. But that wasn't the case and Olan was on the ground again, her coat stained and sticky and that was it... she freaked. What streamed out of her mouth was a hushed line of mumble of lingo-driven nonsense as she wildly tried to unbutton her too-long coat to get the blood off of her. Panting and kicking her feet against the floor to scoot back further from Zachariah and the blood only to bump into a body that stopped her progression-- she'd never been in a Wingo massacre before and she wasn't ready for it. Yeah, Olan was the weak link you could say, a frantic mess who couldn't seem to get the buttons undone fast enough. It might have just been blood but Olan acted like it was fire and the longer she couldn't get the jacket off the less worried about Zachariah she was and the more paniced about wearing someone elses blood she became. |=-[d]
Prodigal Aviator: [No need to post the wingos, it's all you guys!]
A Vestige Within: Cross had all the good toys. He didn't have a name for his lasso, but he definitely was going to give it one after this night! He cornered the beast and he was quite sure that the Wingo was ready to turn on him, bite, claw, and kill its way past him, until Maddox came flying in over his head and tried to dart the beast with her slingshot. She missed, only grazing the Wingo but she at least gave them an extra few moments to react further as the giant creature stumbled on its feet and looked disoriented. "Need to shine up those goggles a bit, Goggles?" His lips curled and he swung the lasso overhead, once, twice, and then the flexible steel loop was sent flying to sail cleanly over the beast's head. There was a reason this seemed so seamless. It was just second nature. His family ran a animal hunting business. Wingo skin and teeth could be a damn hot commodity to people that could pay for it. This brought him back. It was just.. unexpected. The loop fell over the beast's throat and Jai gave it a jerk of his hand. Not only did the steel cable get taut, a charge was sent through the tech lasso and it turned stiff. Think catch-pole. The Wingo lunged forward and the strength of the beast was enough to knock Jai off of his feet but he kept a firm grip on that pole and dug his heels in with a clench of his teeth. One more function. He wasn't stupid. He gave the end of the contraption a twist and the charge strengthened, sending a few numbing jolts through the animal's system. Down he goes! Muscles temporarily incapacitated. Jai held on tight with a huff, his ass planted on the ground staring at the fallen monster as he looked up at Maddox and nudged his chin. "Care to try again with one of those fancy darts of yours? Maybe you can hit a target that's not moving a bit better, Goggles." he grinned and winked up at her. That or he could just shock the animal until it passed out... or died. But he wasn't one for animal cruelty or causing it unnecessary pain. Wasn't the animal's fault it had been brought here. And he'd already shot their baby... . (D)
Astute Diversion: See, the plan was ...the plan, and when people thought she might have been batshit to giggle for slipping in blood, it was because that was the birth of The Plan! It went off flawlessly, really. Not that it occurred to her that SHE was more enticing than those meat kabobs. But still, veering off a few yards from Cross and..Oo Hey Mads, send over a wave to the boss before she was skidding to a stop and hopping up onto a ' merchant's counter "Hey big mama, lookee what I got...mm...meat..on a stick" Container tossed and cracked open a few feet behind the big girl, Kitty spinning the top off that jar and giving it a shake and toss of contents like game dice. Jar dropped to shatter, not giving a damn really, she was more interested in unholstering the weapon to her left. By the time she had it in big mama was making a lot of noise and heading her way only to loose traction on all those round bits n bolts, effectivly knocking her flat, causing a hellova ruckus in trying to get back up. That handy wrench with it's sensor adaptor used like a tommahawk, thrown with the intention of stunning the bitch right upside the head to get a few moments to find some damn rope. "Hey Cap, Cross, one of you got somethin that'll hold her while she's down?" -d
OnlineHost: Astute Diversion rolled 1 10-sided die: 7
Bound but free: ::The Captain might have wanted to blame a broken strap or something, but the truth was, she just missed. It could have been one (or a combination) of a thousand things and a good hefty portion was sidelined as inappropriate. The jarring impact on the grated surface of the deck flooring was enough to whipe those thoughts from her mind as pain seared up her shoulder while she tucked and rolled to her feet. Fingering two darts free, she expertly palmed the second one as she was turning and loading the first into her slingshot. Seeing Cross lassoing the Wingo, she had to admit -at least to herself- she was impressed. But the ruckus behind her made her shift with the dart toward Zachariah before she realized he had shot at the Moma and was heading for surviors. Seeing Kitty on the female and hearing Cross' momentary struggle with the lumbering, and shocked Wingo, she felt more than heard their positions as the Hunter went down and the beast was stiff on the end of the lasso-made-slipstick. Maddox wanted one... But first. The first dart left for the male wingo and got him in the flaring nostril. Soft tissue making the drugs work faster. But before the beast grumbled and dropped into the stacks, that palmed dart was loaded into the drawn string and answered Cross' quip with a prick in the neck just under his ear. Why? Because it was the twilight hour and Maddox was sworn to silence. Without any witty come-backs, and being improperly dressed for public, the Saborian Warlord was cranky and it was impulsive but fucking satisfying. Yes, she might have even been grinning that 'nothing but hoop' grin before reaching for a third dart to take the Momma down for a few hours too. With another mated pair, she might even be able to introduce them to Bon'e and Cly'd. ::-d
Deadmans Heart: :: He loved teasing women in general. He enjoyed giving Olan a hard time yesterday. Seeing her revolt and retreat like she was as afraid of him as the wingos was not a pleasure for him. Zachariah frowned a little and followed her with sure and light strides. BlueEyes observed the cornering of the Adult Wingos without watching. When the pilot stopped against a dead body he made the remaining distance obsolete, reaching down through her flailing grabs and feeble efforts to push the buttons through the eye-lets. He grabbed her jacket lapels and ripped it open popping the buttons. He was twice her size and in far more control than she. As soon as the jacket was open he moved his hands. Left one grabbed the back collar of the jacket peeling it off her shoulders, his right looped in around her waist to lift her up. Pulling her out of the coat he peeled with his other hand while he lifted her into his chest. He expected her to fight him, throw a punch or three maybe. Hits he would take while he squeezed her too him with both arms as soon as the coat was free. He had watched her more than once and suspected the compression would help calm her out of instinct alone. He hoped. Leaned his head forward to press it to hers as he hushed her quietly with a rumbled whisper of his bone deep voice. To calm and sooth her. Lull her. A good kick with those little grav-boots of hers would still hurt like hell. He wanted to avoid that.:: -d-
Prodigal Aviator: -=| OLAN had no idea what the fuck was going on anywhere, not even really right in front of her to be honest. A man's hands were coming down toward her attempts to get all the buttons undone, or at least undone enough to get the bloody thing off! He didn't bother with the buttons though and before she knew it she could breathe again. Buttons went flying and-- Shit! The Killer! Her eyes bulged under the high arch of her brows and lopsided flop of her cap not really hiding her hair anymore, some of which spilled out down her back a little. She fisted her hands and sure as hell swatted at him when she felt his arms wrapping around her. The pull of her coat soon jerked her arms back though, and she had to not hit him just to get it off and she wanted it off! Her suspenders shifted but remained on her shoulders over her tanktop which had been protected from the blood so far. Zachariah was lifting hr up too and soon her feet weren't touching the ground as he squeezed her too his chest without a word. It was calming, but the intimate nature of it, of the way he put his head to hers and hushed her with that drawingly deep timber was a little overwhelming in a different way all together. She shuddered a little and shook her head, leaning back from him pushing against his shoulders as she whispered and avoided eye-contact like it would be the death of her.|=-"No-no, please put me down... I'm green... thank you, I'm green.. please, down... "-=| It was too close. He was too close. She didn't want to feel him against her, he was the Killer. Assuming he would put her down Olan would start brushing herself off like she could brush the feeling off. If not, she was going to get more insistant like he was the new blood staining her clothes. |=-[d]
A Vestige Within: Jai watched as a dart was flung down at the beast's snout and it was almost instantly knocked out with a drop into the nearest stack. A grin touched his dark features and he peered up at her, "Much better, Gog-" The prick behind his ear made him remove one hand off of the lasso and reach to pull the dart from his skin. Too late. What the hell.. Brown eyes shot to Maddox with ferocity, "Hey, you fucking b-!" He didn't even get to finish the sentence but she got the jist. Eh, maybe he deserved it for shooting the baby and then mouthing off when she missed the Papa. But really?! Ah well. He needed some sleep anyways. Just didn't think it'd be right here in the middle of the trashed markets. Plain and simple, it was lights out for the hunter after the high of his hunt. He didn't even get to see what else was going on around him, probably best that way. Down he went, flat on his back with his grasp still limp on the lasso. Snoring like the beast across from him on the floor. He'll be dreaming of Javos tonight.. no doubt about it. . (D)
Astute Diversion: Score! That black metal pinged the flailing mama and konked her out! But Fuck she really wanted to shoot something, seriously, kind of an emotional let down, like you think the guy you like likes you and he does, but then he says 'like a sister'. Really? Like a sister? Ok well that memory and the anti-sexy thrill of being splattered in babywingo gore? Well. Shit happens. She hopped off the counter and aimed her gun to the ceiling. A flick of thumb to the safety, a squeeze of trigger and she managed to knock a hole into the smoke detector, sending down and out those little spouts to let it rain. Gun holstered as she moved over to the fallen Mama wingo, touching behind her ear before talking. "Freckles.............Hey, I'm thinking maybe since these wingos are sleeping off the pillow fight we had down here maybe you can get the crew to get them somewhere less likely to piss off the powers that be. copasetic?" Aww, she tsked a bit, giving the Mama a sorrowful look while she picked up the wrench and tucked it, stickin out, in her back pocket. Then a grin over to Mads "Hey Cap, look what followed me to market. Can we keep it? " -d
Bound but free: ::Maddox tried not to use guns inside the station but she trusted her gunner and only shivered when she went about shooting the overhead sprinkler. Catai-blooded hybrid, she loved that wet rain, even if it was artifical. Listening to Kitty taking care of business, Maddox watched Cross' studdered sententences spill from his lips before he followed the reptile in a drug induced sleep that dropped his body to the ground. Scraped up on her left shoulder, she cursed herself for shooting him and knew she couldn't afford to bring him on to her ship. Maybe he noticed her shoulder, maybe he didn't but she couldn't risk him waking up and seeing her all better in a few hours and asking questions. Besides, like Olan not wanting Zachariah to be against her even in such platonic circimstances, Maddox didn't want to get close enough to Cross to actually touch him, let alone carry him. Kitty was calling for Freckles to come help, and Maddox still couldn't say anything. Looking between the three sleeping beasts (yes, Cross too), her grin melted to a satsifed if slightly sad smile that then looked for an answer to her new problem. Slingshot pocketed before she shot anyone else, Maddox pulled her glow back and lifted her goggles to prop on top of her head so folks could see how serious she was when she snapped her fingers and pointed at Olan. Black eyes almost compelling the woman to forget Zach for a moment and look at her. Why? So the pilot could see her pointing to the passed out Hunter and excuse for Olan to get away from Zach. See? Helpful. Plus, it might cook Cross' noodle later to hear folks had seen the near liquid black in the purest white of her eyes beneath those goggles while he was KOd on one of her darts. Poor Cross. She'd have to send him a very nice fruit basket...Kitty's 'can we keep it' comment made her laugh out loud and reminded Maddox they had Wingos source. One nod said "yes," and clearly they were going to keep them. But the tilt of her head that followed as her goggles came down to trap the cobalt blue glow, that was for the Warlord meaning to make the asshats who caused this disaster pay. And only blood was going to cover it.::-d
Deadmans Heart: :: Zachariah miss judged her some, it happened. He would not make her fight to be put back on the floor. He did control that rate of decent, making her wait while he leaned and bent his knees to lower her enough to touch the ground. He did not want to make her more afraid of him than she was so he held his hands up when he let go. Stepping back from her and glancing blues to Maddox, Kitty and Cross to see that they took care of the Wingos. Kitty wasn't satisfied with just the wingos and there went the sprinkler system. That was not all Maddox took care of either and before she could turn a dart on him he left. Leaving Olan. Now was not the time to push her buttons and he was no babysitter. :: Your friend is down. :: He said pointing Olan to Cross and Maddox.:: -d-
Prodigal Aviator: -=| SHE would have taken offense if he'd said the babysitter comment out loud but watching him walk away was a relief. She could only deal with so much at a time! She wanted to go back to her ship and soak in the tub which whipped her away from the parting Zachariah and the indoor rain to look for a vile of the bathoil she'd come to get. Damn it, she wasn't leaving without it! As she swiped one off the floor the Killer voice boomed back at her directing her attention to Gogs who she almost didn't recognize not wearing the over her eyes, and Cross who was on the floor out as cold as the Wingos.|=-" Son-of-a-bitch..."-=| She mumbled before running across the floor like she didn't see the blood or bodies. Not to him, not at first, it was to a storage closet for a hover-dolly. Like she was strong enough to drag him, pft. Smarter, not harder and it was his luck she knew where shit like that was. For the moment it didn't matter if he was alive or dead but she was hoping alive; he didn't look bloody. She ran with the hover-dolly toward Jai and almost slid to a stop beside him before she was on her knees to give him a look over. How was it HE was the one out like a baby? She stayed away from the Wingos, sleeping or not and glance dup at the other females with that, You know I can't lift him on there look. Olan didn't think she could take him to his ship either because she didn't want to break in or anything, other than that, his bunk was a hammock how was she going to get him in a hammock?! The blood and bodies no longer mattered as new problems took her focus. First thing was first, getting him on it so she could push him to her ship. |=-[d]
Astute Diversion: Yes, ye she kicked the sprinklers! And while it made that tank top and denim just a bit clingy. BUT It had the desired effect in that splatter of red turn into rivulets of pink. For a moment she just turned her face up to it with eyes closed to enjoy the feeling. Ok, nuff of that! Hands came up to push dark hair back, giving a moment to look over at the Captain and get that 'yes' nod with a grin. Boots made a bit of a splash as she did a little happy dance. Not that SHE would be able to train them, but maybe Mads would work her skill with them that she could maybe at least watch em without getting ate up. Eh..maybe not. She lost the goofy grin and happy wiggle when Freckles and some of the men from the SWIFT came along with hover carts. An adoring grin to Freckles before she tucked it away and pointed out each Wingo. "Stella and Stanley need a lift. Cap gave the nod to the Swift , so we're rollin with that ' for now" And she'd just turn and walk off, a bit sad when the automatic shut off killed the sprinklers. Making her way over to Olan, nose crinkling a bit. "You want maybe t roll him up on it or get one of the guys to haul him for you?" Cap wasn't talking yet and since Maddox poked him ith that dart she felt it her obligation to find a soluton in what to do with him...er..yanno..properly.-d
Bound but free: ::It would be easier to train them since she had Bon'e and Cly'd; they'd help keep the other two in line. Although, Maddox had to admit the bull here (Stanley, apparently) might be physically bigger. Still, she'd get it done. But first, Olan needed help getting Cross on the Hover-Dolly and for a moment, she almost stepped toward her to do just that. Kitty beat her to it, and made the goggle-eyed (and now wet) woman decide she preferred the idea of the men helping the pilot out and HER not touching him at all. Not even his unconscious body to man-handle him onto a hovercart. Another snap of her fingers -easier without the 'rain'- and it was Freckles' eyes she was catching and turning to silently suggest he give Olan a hand. Maddox pulled her gizmo from her belt and brushed the beaded water off the top before prompting the screen to show her the carnage. Why? She was going to follow it while it was fresh and find out why she just adopted Stella and Stanley and why she was going to fight (most lightly) to ensure they weren't summoned and killed for the murder of all those people. Yes, Maddox was going to deliver harsh justice tonight and if the poor sods were found before she was able to speak, well... maybe Karma will say the words for her.::-d
Prodigal Aviator: -=|KITTY wasn't actually being helpful, not to Olan anyway and the youthful looking pilot blinked at her seemingly unaware of the water from the sprinklers as she shook her head and started looking for something or someone to get the hunter on the hover-dolly. It was Maddox to the rescue without even saying anything-- or techically Freckles, a man she'd never met before but thanked as she took Jai's feet and let the man take the man's bulk to flop him up on the dolly with a swing. It wasn't neat, and Olan had to collect his limbs and situation him so he wasn't hanging off anywhere but she threw an upward nod to Maddox before she bounced and smiled at Kitty like her lack of help earlier no longer mattered. It didn't. It was late and everyone was tired for different reasons right? Olan was and she still needed to get him all the way back to her ship-- and maybe on a bed if it wasn't too hard to roll him onto it. If it was he was just getting a pillow and some blankets until he woke up on his own. She was only one woman, a little woman at that. |=-[d]
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Astute Diversion - Chelle - played Kitty
Bound but Free - Tu - played Maddox
Deadmans Heart - Gaplin - played Zachariah
Prodigal Aviator - Rem - played Thawnolan
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THREE WINGOS LOOSE ON MIDWAY
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THREE WINGOS LOOSE ON MIDWAY
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Prodigal Aviator: THREE WINGOS LOOSE ON MIDWAY - It was a movie nightmare if any of them remembered or knew what movies where. Midway wasn't keen on live transport but there were bays where it was permitted. Wingos were not one of the permitted animals on the station yet there they were like a family of destructive bloody damnation. They woke slow at first and then all at once, killing those who weren't prepared for it. The few people in the docking bay were slaughtered and the Wingos prowled their way out curious and eager to find a way out of the tin maze. For now, they were a pack and they were blazing through the markets following the smell of food-- people and other cooked meat and wild flavor that tickled their senses. The littlest one wasn't doing much of the killing but a lot of the damage, hopping on and through tables, crashing through booths and squaling like a child throwing a trantrum - W1. Mamma Wingo was bigger and a hell of a lot meaner. She was perhaps the most vicious and territorial of the three of them. Aiming for the limbs of anyone near her because flinging them across the room was more fun than actually tearing a limb off. Maybe she liked their screams over her baby's, W2 was going to be a bitch to put down... but even she didn't hold a candal to the behemoth Papa Wingo- W3. Burly and dominantly damaging! Three times bigger than a large man, Papa Wingo was an alpha bull of their species if ever there was one and he didn't seem to like that boxed in feeling with the metal hum every which way. He was crashing and crunching, whiping his tail and taking off heads. If Mama Wingo was going to be a bitch to put down, he was going to be a tank... [AND ENTER! Jules, starting with you, room order, ending with Olan.]
A Vestige Within: Just another sunny evening on Midway Station right? The bounty hunter was getting in some valuable solo time. When the need for peace and solitude beckoned? Cross answered its call willingly. With that said, he was wandering the less frequented corridors not too far from the markets and the docks. Chances were he'd end up at Ducky's by the end of the night for a glass of whiskey before he retired to his ship. His hammock was looking better and better as the night drew on. Despite it all he had a self-satisfied grin subtly plastered upon his dark features. He'd opted for the lighter leather coat rather than the trench but still carried Betsy over his back. Small comforts and it helped to keep most at a distance. Gun. Hunter. Read that from a mile away. He had his pistols tucked away in the holsters of his jacket, a knife shoved into his boot and a longer hunting knife slipped into his belt for good measures. In this station the sounds tended to travel through the cavernous, solid-surfaced halls very easily. But he figured the screams he heard far off in the distance were just the sounds of some impromptu party that had broken out. Maybe Olan had unloaded her bucket and started hammering at it again to get the people moving. He rolled his shoulders and groaned. Might as well see what the celebration was about. Maybe Midway's infamous streaker had torn off his clothes and was running about again showing his ass. Didn't take much to get the people in this place excited, must be the interior air pressure getting to their heads.. . (D)
Astute Diversion: Markets, they were an endless fascination for her not only because of all the stuff...but the people. ...and their stuff! She had a hoarding problem, really. Today wasn;t unlike any other free-day for the girl. She was wearing black jeans and a gray tank, brown hair left down even though it got in her way simply because she looked like a lost orphan child of innocent thoughts otherwise. Currently hip slung to a counter and on the otherside was Oceana, a merchant of questionable...everything: race, wits, honesty, prices. But, she had the best junk in the Verse! Fingers of her left hand were trailing pretty as you please over the sleek lines of a wrench. Not just any wrench mind you but a black metal wrench with sensor precision so any bolt would fit right, not prone to stripping, the other end had the wire cutter edge for multipurpose use. Oh, sexy. "Now Ocie, You're askin way too much, yanno? Lets get the tech bits down a bit and maybe we can trade in skill, betcha a new sprog I can tweak that rifle of yours to somethin worth havin" The screams, that didn't register first. It was painic, pain, fear, anger, chaos. It slammed into her so quick she wasn't expecting it, didn't know what to do with it and couldn't breathe because of it. Hand shot up to press a concealed sensor behind her ear, shouting, even though she shouldn't, she couldn't help it "Cap...MADS..somethin's terrible messed up at the ..." Oh shit, duck! She and Oceana both dropped low as a wingo came charging through, as of yet too far to notice, but instinct was to get low! "Cap! Wingos! Where are you?" Hug a tree later, her first need was to get those two pistols in hand while trying to block out all the panic that made her want to scream. Guns in hand, perverse as it was, helped with that! -d
Bound but free: ::It was almost the hour between night and day. The hour of silence. Maddox was tucked away in her room aboard the SWIFT. Her crew knew this ritual and her cousin observed it with her, in his own room. It was easier not to speak when you weren't faced with questions, curiosities, or demands. Most of the time she'd just take a nap but Maddox was restless and pacing the length of her bed in a tank top and panties. Sometimes, she slid her feet across the fur rug instead of picking them up just to enjoy the soft texture beneath her bare skin. Of course, when she did it, she hadn't expected it to become a hazard. Fingertips idelly combing through long and dark hair that only looked brownish black, in the right light it was almost every color in singular stands that made it easy to wonder if it was imagined. More than one reason she kept it braided back all the time. Likewise, in her cabin, she was also without her goggles and deep in thought. So deep, in fact, when she heard and felt the pressure-click in her head signaling an incomming transmission from her Gunner, she accepted on instinct and slipped on her slide as the girl shouted and eventually confessed Midway had wingos. Kitty might have heard the oomph of impact that was her Captain hitting the floor, but she wasn't winded when she almost tiredly replied:: Arrre you 'urt? ::What she really wanted to ask was if Kitty realized what time it was, but as the moments ticked by, she aimed to at least make sure her crew was okay before she took that serious vow of silence and got dressed for wingo-wrangling; some part of her wondering if she should bring Bon'e and Cly'd along. Nothing is better at protecting you from a wingo than another wingo...or in Maddox' case, a mated pair she and her former husband trained.::-d
Deadmans Heart: :: Zachariah was sitting at a table on the opposite side of the market's main alley when the first screams pierced through the chatter. Human, then Wingo, and then both in wild abandon. He wore the same sort of attire as the day before, black leather pants, open tunic and vest. His pistol was holstered to the right, his machete to the left and all it took was him to stand to have both in hand. Looking over most of the people he could see the Wingos within sprinting distance with a crowd trying to get out of the way. Some failed and blood sprayed the air like rain. This day was going in the Midway history books. So far back there was no clear shot to take without hitting someone so the large killer bounded over the table like he didn't weight 250 and ducked through the crowd trying not to shove anyone to the floor. He was a killer so that was what he intended to do. It was a challenge and he was capable. That was the simplistic world he lived in. :: -d-
Deadmans Heart: [Rolling now since he will be close enough to attack next round.]
OnlineHost: Deadmans Heart rolled 1 10-sided die: 5
Prodigal Aviator: -=| OLAN was shopping for bath oils tucked inside one of her favorite booths. Unaware Lady Lillian OzGud made them but damn if she wasn't a fan and she felt like she had reason to indulge. Her hair wasn't purple anymore it was red but hidden under a black knitted cap since her protector was unavailable. Olan didn't even hear the screams at first, her and that damned tunnel vision of hers currently wrapped up in the intoxicating scent of a "dragonsblood" bath oil she was definitely going to buy. No, it wasn't until that little Wingo came whipping through the booth next to hers that she turned her head and started focusing on her surroundings again. It wasn't a blink later before that little fucker crashed into that booth knocking the thin metal wall over on Olan and pinning her under it-- on the plus side, none of the Wingos could get her under there! Unlike when she was erotically excited, Olan didn't scream in the face of danger, but she did choke on her heart and get flooded with the adrenaline to right and hide as far and fast as she could-- something she couldn't do currently pinned under the baby Wingo. Oh Olan! At least her oversized coat and leather pants would help provide a little shielding if one did get to her! A little was better than none! |=-[d]
Prodigal Aviator: [[REMINDER>>> Rolling for the Wingos, then posting for them!]
OnlineHost: Prodigal Aviator rolled 3 22-sided dice: 13 19 8
Prodigal Aviator: Mamma Wingo (W2) Loved the screams and blood Papa Wingo (W3) was helping out with. Nearly missing Kitty and her ducking eagerness to inform Maddox-- smart, considering Mads was a Wingo Wrangler! Baby Wingo (W1), he was slipping and clawing that metal wall he stood pinning the Jack-pilot under. There was all kinds of action and a few predators of the human variety popping up which wasn't unnoticed by the Adult Wingos. It was the baby Wingo (W1) who jumped after Kitty the second he got off the wobbly wall. Eating up the flooring like a shot from a gun and slashing his tail around thwaking people to the floor on the way. Maybe it was the way she smelled or the fact she was alerting someone like he was smart enough to know that. Maybe he was. Mamma Wingo (W2) and Papa Wingo (W3) were turned away from the smell of spilt purfumes and attracted the charging movements of Zachariah though neither charged back, they split apart from each other to try and circle him before they did, make him choose to focus his attention on one or the other! Snapping their jaws and whipping their tails at anyone and everyone who couldn't scramble from the somewhat packed market floor fast enough. [DONE]
A Vestige Within: Jai just came strolling along, hell, the man was even whistling that Lola song he'd picked up from the red-headed little monster. He heard a clattering just as he entered the markets and his eyes widened. It took a few moments for him to register just what was going on here. There was.. a hell of a lot blood, people scattering and running for their lives and... wingos? It was like a scene out of some nightmare. He stood, stunned, before his instincts kicked in. It was hard to recognize anyone in the fray, he saw a large man moving towards the wingos instead of away and then he saw the smallest of the three he spotted heading towards Kitty. He did not see Olan pinned underneath whatever she was pinned under. "...for fuck's sake." he fell to one knee and whipped Betsy from his back. She was loaded and ready to go... always. Whistling less than ten seconds ago, now he was pulling Betsy to his shoulder and peering down the scope to take aim through the scattering crowd. If one of them ran in front of his bullet.. perhaps this wasn't the best idea. Jai did things his way! So from that distance, he took in a breath and pulled the trigger to try and lighten the trio a bit. Ah.. this brought him back to Javos, except without the screaming and gore and havoc inside of a big metal and glass box. But now's not the time for reminiscing. . (D)
OnlineHost: A Vestige Within rolled 1 10-sided die: 10
Astute Diversion: "Ohhh you naughty little brat. Goin on an pitchin a fit. You're an only child aren't ya? Ocie, I need rope..now...NOW " The first bit mumbled as she watched the baby have it's little hissy fit and do a rain dance on someone under a sheet of metal. The Captain's voice in her head made her maybe look a little bit off in the fact she was talking to someone that wasn't there. Was that thud? "Alright for the moe Cap. But I've seen two might be...ah shit he's charging" Mutter and springing up she took hold of that pretty, sexy wrench, tucking one pistol away and was mid run...but the scent, the smell the feel of a gun shot had her dropping into a kneel and slide to lay flat. Wrench in one hand and pistol in the other, she was pretty sure she heard skull and a thud...and felt a rain of blood. Looking toward the direction that the shot came from, Cross wasn't hard to find, he was right with that pretty sexy beast of his. Betsy, you naughty tease, showin off like that . Rawr! So, Cross would have to overlook the momentary look of lust aimed at his hardware before she grinned and shouted. "Oh sure, just flaunt that lady like no one else wants ta fondle her. Tsk" Head up and trying to spot the others, shouting back. "OCIE...THe Rope!" Ocie shouting back from her hidden corner "Pay first!" Eye roll from the gunner "Credit!" Ocie...laughed, "No such thing, missy!" Shrug. At least she got the wrench! -d
Bound but free: ::Once she was down on that rug, in her skivvies, Maddox realized she almost didn't want to get up. Suuure, there were wingos in Midway that were likely to be killed due to human negligence and carelessness, but was she really at all responsible for that? No. Still, as she overheard a gunshot while Kitty was explaining and apparently dodging, the Saborian Warlord took a deep breath and let it out in a silent exhale. It was the Twilight Hour and Maddox was sworn to silence. Her Gunner would only hear the line click in acknowledgement and promise. Maddox was getting ready. What does one wear to fight wingos? In this case, what she had on plus a pair of pants and leather boots because it wasn't like the wingos would wait for her to get armored! Cheating a little and sending the equivalent of a text to her cousin's room, Maddox headed for the Wingo bay where her babies had their own sanctuary. No, she wasn't going to take them down to the station, someone might shoot them. BUT she did want to get their scent on her. It would both make her more of a target and more of a perplextion. Smart as they were, Wingos were still animals. Just a pass-by and Maddox was grabbing her spare gunbelt and walking out onto the docks as she hooked it about her hips. Arms dangerously bare, she wasn't planning on getting that close if she could avoid it. With her goggles safely over her eyes, her hair looked more messed up than it was, all wound up and stabbed with a couple of spikes at the back of her head and off the nap of her neck. There was no time to braid it. While Maddox took to walking, she didn't just wait for the screaming to tell her where, she pulled a gaget from her belt to sweep the lifesigns on this level.::-d
Deadmans Heart: :: It was Mamma Wingo he watched when they split apart in the market. He did not know it was Olan under the metal or he might have chosen a different path. Too late. Zachariah was not a Wingo Wrangler but he had killed Wingos before. Many beasts of Javos in fact. He watched the female Wingo, duller colors, but it was Papa Wingo he would attack. It was Papa Wingo who would be attacking him and he knew it. When the reptile three times larger than him leaped over the huddled and scurring people toward him, he waited. Just before the Wingo came down on him he spun with a growling thrust of power with his machete. He snapped the wingo's mouth shut with a bloody ut under its chin keeping it from biting him as he twisted out of the way of those talons. Wounding it, but not killing it. He was not done and would not stop until they were down or he was. Zachariah did not see who did the shooting but did see the baby wingo go down from the corner of his eye before he was visually tagging the Adult Wingo's again to see which one might attack next.:: -d-
OnlineHost: Deadmans Heart rolled 1 10-sided die: 4
Prodigal Aviator: -=| POOR Thawnolan! No one knew she was under there! Maybe it was best, really, with a grunt from the jumpped weight of the man sized raptor like lizzard she was relitively free to get out of dodge if she wanted. Peering out from the floor level she could see shoes, boots, feet, blood, faces, limbs... people were running, crawling and scrambling around. She bit her lip and grimaced through the overwhelming smells of spilled bath oils around the
Prodigal Aviator: booth and her under that tipped wall. The little Wingo had left her alone so maybe the rest would too and for that reason she resisted the urge to run and stayed under the wall trying not to have a panic attack! |=-[d]
Prodigal Aviator: [1st dice= Mamma, 2nd Dice= Pappa]
OnlineHost: Prodigal Aviator rolled 2 22-sided dice: 6 8
Prodigal Aviator: Zachariah wounded Pappa Wingo(W3) with a nasty slash under his chin right up close and personal! It cut to the bone at the deepest point of that slash and left a blood trail and a bellowed a clarion call that would echo off the market walls. Baby Wingo (W1) was a snap from taking Kitty's pretty little head off when Jai "Crossfire" Cross swung Besty (his beloved gun, one of many) around to line up a shot-- fuck the people if they got in the way, why do you think he's called "Crossfire"? Lucky for the people it was the little brat of a Wingo that went down like a sack of concrete dust smearing the market floor. Yeah, someone was going to have to clean that up wasn't Jai. Mamma Wingo (W2) and Pappa Wingo (W3) bolted away after the sudden death of their baby and the wounding of Pappa Wingo. They were quick too! Bulling through whoever was standing and slashing and stoping on anyone under foot! Was Kitty going to let that happen? Since when wasn't she ready to blow anything up? Maybe she needed Maddox to guide her which was just her luck because Maddox was going to converge on the running Wingo pair if no one managed to stop them! [DONE]
A Vestige Within: Let's face it, the young wingo wasn't as smart as its parents and it was the easiest to take out. Still counted as a kill! Droplets of wingo blood had rained down upon Kitty and when she shouted out to him, Jai simply saluted her with a gesture of index and middle finger from his temple. Jissy twitch. "...you're only good me, aren't you, baby..." Talking to his guns after they did a good job was just considered proper manners. Like cuddling for a bit after sex. Anyways, baby wingo had a hole in its head and had fallen like a log but the other two were on a rampage. One of them was giving Zachariah a hard time. Jai was going to take another shot, but he didn't think trying his luck at not *accidentally* shooting some poor soul instead would work twice. Time to change tactics. He was moving just as Goggles arrived. It was hard to spot Olan in all this fray. She had her hat on again too. Jai pursued the Papa Wingo and slung his gun over his shoulder once again, leaping over fallen tables and ramsacked Stacks. The high-tech lasso he kept retracted in his belt was swiftly yanked free... but before he could put it to use, he had to corner the big beast. A change of tactics, probably not the smartest one (at least not for himself) but he hoped his reflexes would do him well as he tried to pursue the Papa between two stands. . (D)
OnlineHost: A Vestige Within rolled 1 10-sided die: 8
Astute Diversion: A wink to Cross and she rolled, slipped a bit in blood and giggled at her lack of balance. Slippery when wet, yanno! Maybe it wasn't the best idea to go after a wingo splattered in their dead offsprings blood, but...impulse, whatcha gonna do, really? She was a bit disappointed that the small one was dead, but hell, didn't mean she couldn't at least attempt to keep one of those beasts breathing. Maybe Bonnie could have a friend? Pfft. Who knows. Still, she was thinking while in motion, tucking her gun at her hip and taking into a full out run. Was that mango she smelled? Was that Olan she saw? So much going on! In that sprint, Kitty darted to one damaged stack and swooped up a half crushed to-go container of something meaty, Kabobs? Sprinting from that one to another she ransacked the shelves and found a bucket of nuts and bolts. ..Pause, brow furrow..Yeah , ok. And with wrench in hand, jar of nuts and bolts under her arm and food in hand she sprinted after Mama Wingo to see if maybe, just maybe, something good might happen.
OnlineHost: Astute Diversion rolled 1 10-sided die: 10
Bound but free: ::The device she used leached off Midways grid and simply separated the frequencies everthing vibrates at. It was like a hand-held x-ray without all the radiation and she could choose what level to be looking at. Right then, she was looking at the bio signs in a basic blue-print grid that made her curse aloud to see two wingos headed toward her and a couple of idiots (maybe one of them was hers) running after them. Tucking the device back into her belt, she loaded her left hand with her slingshot while the right fingered a very small feathered dart from her belt. It was small, but it was made for the big reptiles. Without her grav boots making her clunk about, Maddox was swift and silent on the grating and even SHE could smell the Wingos on her and knew it would catch the two's attention. What she didn't know was that they'd be cornered by her Gunner (yay Kitty!) and Cross of all people... did he just hang around like a Bodoch? Nevermind, Maddox jogged and then ran to close the distance, taking to a table for better height and angle to launch herself over Cross' head and infront of the Wingobull he cornered between two stands as it screamed at him in the hopes of accurately launching that slingshotted dart into the back of it's throat. If she was successful, it might get a couple steps but it would be out before it hit the ground. If it grazed, maybe it'd be temporarily blind and numb of the impacted area... If it didn't and she missed, well, hopefully Cross had a plan beyond trapping the bastard and Kitty had the female before she realized her man was being double teamed...::-d
OnlineHost: Bound but free rolled 1 10-sided die: 4
Deadmans Heart: :: They ran, they didn't like such unexpected confrontation from multiple angles. It made Zachariah smile and glance up to see the Hunter he had met the night before. He would compliment his shot later. He could see Jai separating the bigger one, immediately rising was his pistol in a grip from his hip up to the bobbing and ducking head of Mamma Wingo on the move toward Maddox. When he took the shot he was accounting for the people so he would not hit one but sacrificed his accuracy, grazing her head instead of putting one in her. He saw Kitty in motion for the same Wingo and refrained from taking another shot. He turned instead, to help get people off the floor and off this deck. This brought him to that tin wall, lifting it up to find the pilot under it much to his surprise. She did not have anything to do with this did she? Zachariah put his weapons back in their sheaths and held his hands up.:: -d-
Prodigal Aviator: -=| WHAT?! Of all the people who were coming to lift the wall to see who was under it it had to be Zachariah didn't it? The person she wanted to cross the least, maybe even less than the Wingos! Okay, maybe not but seeing him when she rolled on her back already skidding to get her feet under her, his face was not the one she expected and if her hand hadn't slipped in a pool of blood on her way to try and twist and push herself up, she might have managed to bolt out of his way before his hands finished raising. But that wasn't the case and Olan was on the ground again, her coat stained and sticky and that was it... she freaked. What streamed out of her mouth was a hushed line of mumble of lingo-driven nonsense as she wildly tried to unbutton her too-long coat to get the blood off of her. Panting and kicking her feet against the floor to scoot back further from Zachariah and the blood only to bump into a body that stopped her progression-- she'd never been in a Wingo massacre before and she wasn't ready for it. Yeah, Olan was the weak link you could say, a frantic mess who couldn't seem to get the buttons undone fast enough. It might have just been blood but Olan acted like it was fire and the longer she couldn't get the jacket off the less worried about Zachariah she was and the more paniced about wearing someone elses blood she became. |=-[d]
Prodigal Aviator: [No need to post the wingos, it's all you guys!]
A Vestige Within: Cross had all the good toys. He didn't have a name for his lasso, but he definitely was going to give it one after this night! He cornered the beast and he was quite sure that the Wingo was ready to turn on him, bite, claw, and kill its way past him, until Maddox came flying in over his head and tried to dart the beast with her slingshot. She missed, only grazing the Wingo but she at least gave them an extra few moments to react further as the giant creature stumbled on its feet and looked disoriented. "Need to shine up those goggles a bit, Goggles?" His lips curled and he swung the lasso overhead, once, twice, and then the flexible steel loop was sent flying to sail cleanly over the beast's head. There was a reason this seemed so seamless. It was just second nature. His family ran a animal hunting business. Wingo skin and teeth could be a damn hot commodity to people that could pay for it. This brought him back. It was just.. unexpected. The loop fell over the beast's throat and Jai gave it a jerk of his hand. Not only did the steel cable get taut, a charge was sent through the tech lasso and it turned stiff. Think catch-pole. The Wingo lunged forward and the strength of the beast was enough to knock Jai off of his feet but he kept a firm grip on that pole and dug his heels in with a clench of his teeth. One more function. He wasn't stupid. He gave the end of the contraption a twist and the charge strengthened, sending a few numbing jolts through the animal's system. Down he goes! Muscles temporarily incapacitated. Jai held on tight with a huff, his ass planted on the ground staring at the fallen monster as he looked up at Maddox and nudged his chin. "Care to try again with one of those fancy darts of yours? Maybe you can hit a target that's not moving a bit better, Goggles." he grinned and winked up at her. That or he could just shock the animal until it passed out... or died. But he wasn't one for animal cruelty or causing it unnecessary pain. Wasn't the animal's fault it had been brought here. And he'd already shot their baby... . (D)
Astute Diversion: See, the plan was ...the plan, and when people thought she might have been batshit to giggle for slipping in blood, it was because that was the birth of The Plan! It went off flawlessly, really. Not that it occurred to her that SHE was more enticing than those meat kabobs. But still, veering off a few yards from Cross and..Oo Hey Mads, send over a wave to the boss before she was skidding to a stop and hopping up onto a ' merchant's counter "Hey big mama, lookee what I got...mm...meat..on a stick" Container tossed and cracked open a few feet behind the big girl, Kitty spinning the top off that jar and giving it a shake and toss of contents like game dice. Jar dropped to shatter, not giving a damn really, she was more interested in unholstering the weapon to her left. By the time she had it in big mama was making a lot of noise and heading her way only to loose traction on all those round bits n bolts, effectivly knocking her flat, causing a hellova ruckus in trying to get back up. That handy wrench with it's sensor adaptor used like a tommahawk, thrown with the intention of stunning the bitch right upside the head to get a few moments to find some damn rope. "Hey Cap, Cross, one of you got somethin that'll hold her while she's down?" -d
OnlineHost: Astute Diversion rolled 1 10-sided die: 7
Bound but free: ::The Captain might have wanted to blame a broken strap or something, but the truth was, she just missed. It could have been one (or a combination) of a thousand things and a good hefty portion was sidelined as inappropriate. The jarring impact on the grated surface of the deck flooring was enough to whipe those thoughts from her mind as pain seared up her shoulder while she tucked and rolled to her feet. Fingering two darts free, she expertly palmed the second one as she was turning and loading the first into her slingshot. Seeing Cross lassoing the Wingo, she had to admit -at least to herself- she was impressed. But the ruckus behind her made her shift with the dart toward Zachariah before she realized he had shot at the Moma and was heading for surviors. Seeing Kitty on the female and hearing Cross' momentary struggle with the lumbering, and shocked Wingo, she felt more than heard their positions as the Hunter went down and the beast was stiff on the end of the lasso-made-slipstick. Maddox wanted one... But first. The first dart left for the male wingo and got him in the flaring nostril. Soft tissue making the drugs work faster. But before the beast grumbled and dropped into the stacks, that palmed dart was loaded into the drawn string and answered Cross' quip with a prick in the neck just under his ear. Why? Because it was the twilight hour and Maddox was sworn to silence. Without any witty come-backs, and being improperly dressed for public, the Saborian Warlord was cranky and it was impulsive but fucking satisfying. Yes, she might have even been grinning that 'nothing but hoop' grin before reaching for a third dart to take the Momma down for a few hours too. With another mated pair, she might even be able to introduce them to Bon'e and Cly'd. ::-d
Deadmans Heart: :: He loved teasing women in general. He enjoyed giving Olan a hard time yesterday. Seeing her revolt and retreat like she was as afraid of him as the wingos was not a pleasure for him. Zachariah frowned a little and followed her with sure and light strides. BlueEyes observed the cornering of the Adult Wingos without watching. When the pilot stopped against a dead body he made the remaining distance obsolete, reaching down through her flailing grabs and feeble efforts to push the buttons through the eye-lets. He grabbed her jacket lapels and ripped it open popping the buttons. He was twice her size and in far more control than she. As soon as the jacket was open he moved his hands. Left one grabbed the back collar of the jacket peeling it off her shoulders, his right looped in around her waist to lift her up. Pulling her out of the coat he peeled with his other hand while he lifted her into his chest. He expected her to fight him, throw a punch or three maybe. Hits he would take while he squeezed her too him with both arms as soon as the coat was free. He had watched her more than once and suspected the compression would help calm her out of instinct alone. He hoped. Leaned his head forward to press it to hers as he hushed her quietly with a rumbled whisper of his bone deep voice. To calm and sooth her. Lull her. A good kick with those little grav-boots of hers would still hurt like hell. He wanted to avoid that.:: -d-
Prodigal Aviator: -=| OLAN had no idea what the fuck was going on anywhere, not even really right in front of her to be honest. A man's hands were coming down toward her attempts to get all the buttons undone, or at least undone enough to get the bloody thing off! He didn't bother with the buttons though and before she knew it she could breathe again. Buttons went flying and-- Shit! The Killer! Her eyes bulged under the high arch of her brows and lopsided flop of her cap not really hiding her hair anymore, some of which spilled out down her back a little. She fisted her hands and sure as hell swatted at him when she felt his arms wrapping around her. The pull of her coat soon jerked her arms back though, and she had to not hit him just to get it off and she wanted it off! Her suspenders shifted but remained on her shoulders over her tanktop which had been protected from the blood so far. Zachariah was lifting hr up too and soon her feet weren't touching the ground as he squeezed her too his chest without a word. It was calming, but the intimate nature of it, of the way he put his head to hers and hushed her with that drawingly deep timber was a little overwhelming in a different way all together. She shuddered a little and shook her head, leaning back from him pushing against his shoulders as she whispered and avoided eye-contact like it would be the death of her.|=-"No-no, please put me down... I'm green... thank you, I'm green.. please, down... "-=| It was too close. He was too close. She didn't want to feel him against her, he was the Killer. Assuming he would put her down Olan would start brushing herself off like she could brush the feeling off. If not, she was going to get more insistant like he was the new blood staining her clothes. |=-[d]
A Vestige Within: Jai watched as a dart was flung down at the beast's snout and it was almost instantly knocked out with a drop into the nearest stack. A grin touched his dark features and he peered up at her, "Much better, Gog-" The prick behind his ear made him remove one hand off of the lasso and reach to pull the dart from his skin. Too late. What the hell.. Brown eyes shot to Maddox with ferocity, "Hey, you fucking b-!" He didn't even get to finish the sentence but she got the jist. Eh, maybe he deserved it for shooting the baby and then mouthing off when she missed the Papa. But really?! Ah well. He needed some sleep anyways. Just didn't think it'd be right here in the middle of the trashed markets. Plain and simple, it was lights out for the hunter after the high of his hunt. He didn't even get to see what else was going on around him, probably best that way. Down he went, flat on his back with his grasp still limp on the lasso. Snoring like the beast across from him on the floor. He'll be dreaming of Javos tonight.. no doubt about it. . (D)
Astute Diversion: Score! That black metal pinged the flailing mama and konked her out! But Fuck she really wanted to shoot something, seriously, kind of an emotional let down, like you think the guy you like likes you and he does, but then he says 'like a sister'. Really? Like a sister? Ok well that memory and the anti-sexy thrill of being splattered in babywingo gore? Well. Shit happens. She hopped off the counter and aimed her gun to the ceiling. A flick of thumb to the safety, a squeeze of trigger and she managed to knock a hole into the smoke detector, sending down and out those little spouts to let it rain. Gun holstered as she moved over to the fallen Mama wingo, touching behind her ear before talking. "Freckles.............Hey, I'm thinking maybe since these wingos are sleeping off the pillow fight we had down here maybe you can get the crew to get them somewhere less likely to piss off the powers that be. copasetic?" Aww, she tsked a bit, giving the Mama a sorrowful look while she picked up the wrench and tucked it, stickin out, in her back pocket. Then a grin over to Mads "Hey Cap, look what followed me to market. Can we keep it? " -d
Bound but free: ::Maddox tried not to use guns inside the station but she trusted her gunner and only shivered when she went about shooting the overhead sprinkler. Catai-blooded hybrid, she loved that wet rain, even if it was artifical. Listening to Kitty taking care of business, Maddox watched Cross' studdered sententences spill from his lips before he followed the reptile in a drug induced sleep that dropped his body to the ground. Scraped up on her left shoulder, she cursed herself for shooting him and knew she couldn't afford to bring him on to her ship. Maybe he noticed her shoulder, maybe he didn't but she couldn't risk him waking up and seeing her all better in a few hours and asking questions. Besides, like Olan not wanting Zachariah to be against her even in such platonic circimstances, Maddox didn't want to get close enough to Cross to actually touch him, let alone carry him. Kitty was calling for Freckles to come help, and Maddox still couldn't say anything. Looking between the three sleeping beasts (yes, Cross too), her grin melted to a satsifed if slightly sad smile that then looked for an answer to her new problem. Slingshot pocketed before she shot anyone else, Maddox pulled her glow back and lifted her goggles to prop on top of her head so folks could see how serious she was when she snapped her fingers and pointed at Olan. Black eyes almost compelling the woman to forget Zach for a moment and look at her. Why? So the pilot could see her pointing to the passed out Hunter and excuse for Olan to get away from Zach. See? Helpful. Plus, it might cook Cross' noodle later to hear folks had seen the near liquid black in the purest white of her eyes beneath those goggles while he was KOd on one of her darts. Poor Cross. She'd have to send him a very nice fruit basket...Kitty's 'can we keep it' comment made her laugh out loud and reminded Maddox they had Wingos source. One nod said "yes," and clearly they were going to keep them. But the tilt of her head that followed as her goggles came down to trap the cobalt blue glow, that was for the Warlord meaning to make the asshats who caused this disaster pay. And only blood was going to cover it.::-d
Deadmans Heart: :: Zachariah miss judged her some, it happened. He would not make her fight to be put back on the floor. He did control that rate of decent, making her wait while he leaned and bent his knees to lower her enough to touch the ground. He did not want to make her more afraid of him than she was so he held his hands up when he let go. Stepping back from her and glancing blues to Maddox, Kitty and Cross to see that they took care of the Wingos. Kitty wasn't satisfied with just the wingos and there went the sprinkler system. That was not all Maddox took care of either and before she could turn a dart on him he left. Leaving Olan. Now was not the time to push her buttons and he was no babysitter. :: Your friend is down. :: He said pointing Olan to Cross and Maddox.:: -d-
Prodigal Aviator: -=| SHE would have taken offense if he'd said the babysitter comment out loud but watching him walk away was a relief. She could only deal with so much at a time! She wanted to go back to her ship and soak in the tub which whipped her away from the parting Zachariah and the indoor rain to look for a vile of the bathoil she'd come to get. Damn it, she wasn't leaving without it! As she swiped one off the floor the Killer voice boomed back at her directing her attention to Gogs who she almost didn't recognize not wearing the over her eyes, and Cross who was on the floor out as cold as the Wingos.|=-" Son-of-a-bitch..."-=| She mumbled before running across the floor like she didn't see the blood or bodies. Not to him, not at first, it was to a storage closet for a hover-dolly. Like she was strong enough to drag him, pft. Smarter, not harder and it was his luck she knew where shit like that was. For the moment it didn't matter if he was alive or dead but she was hoping alive; he didn't look bloody. She ran with the hover-dolly toward Jai and almost slid to a stop beside him before she was on her knees to give him a look over. How was it HE was the one out like a baby? She stayed away from the Wingos, sleeping or not and glance dup at the other females with that, You know I can't lift him on there look. Olan didn't think she could take him to his ship either because she didn't want to break in or anything, other than that, his bunk was a hammock how was she going to get him in a hammock?! The blood and bodies no longer mattered as new problems took her focus. First thing was first, getting him on it so she could push him to her ship. |=-[d]
Astute Diversion: Yes, ye she kicked the sprinklers! And while it made that tank top and denim just a bit clingy. BUT It had the desired effect in that splatter of red turn into rivulets of pink. For a moment she just turned her face up to it with eyes closed to enjoy the feeling. Ok, nuff of that! Hands came up to push dark hair back, giving a moment to look over at the Captain and get that 'yes' nod with a grin. Boots made a bit of a splash as she did a little happy dance. Not that SHE would be able to train them, but maybe Mads would work her skill with them that she could maybe at least watch em without getting ate up. Eh..maybe not. She lost the goofy grin and happy wiggle when Freckles and some of the men from the SWIFT came along with hover carts. An adoring grin to Freckles before she tucked it away and pointed out each Wingo. "Stella and Stanley need a lift. Cap gave the nod to the Swift , so we're rollin with that ' for now" And she'd just turn and walk off, a bit sad when the automatic shut off killed the sprinklers. Making her way over to Olan, nose crinkling a bit. "You want maybe t roll him up on it or get one of the guys to haul him for you?" Cap wasn't talking yet and since Maddox poked him ith that dart she felt it her obligation to find a soluton in what to do with him...er..yanno..properly.-d
Bound but free: ::It would be easier to train them since she had Bon'e and Cly'd; they'd help keep the other two in line. Although, Maddox had to admit the bull here (Stanley, apparently) might be physically bigger. Still, she'd get it done. But first, Olan needed help getting Cross on the Hover-Dolly and for a moment, she almost stepped toward her to do just that. Kitty beat her to it, and made the goggle-eyed (and now wet) woman decide she preferred the idea of the men helping the pilot out and HER not touching him at all. Not even his unconscious body to man-handle him onto a hovercart. Another snap of her fingers -easier without the 'rain'- and it was Freckles' eyes she was catching and turning to silently suggest he give Olan a hand. Maddox pulled her gizmo from her belt and brushed the beaded water off the top before prompting the screen to show her the carnage. Why? She was going to follow it while it was fresh and find out why she just adopted Stella and Stanley and why she was going to fight (most lightly) to ensure they weren't summoned and killed for the murder of all those people. Yes, Maddox was going to deliver harsh justice tonight and if the poor sods were found before she was able to speak, well... maybe Karma will say the words for her.::-d
Prodigal Aviator: -=|KITTY wasn't actually being helpful, not to Olan anyway and the youthful looking pilot blinked at her seemingly unaware of the water from the sprinklers as she shook her head and started looking for something or someone to get the hunter on the hover-dolly. It was Maddox to the rescue without even saying anything-- or techically Freckles, a man she'd never met before but thanked as she took Jai's feet and let the man take the man's bulk to flop him up on the dolly with a swing. It wasn't neat, and Olan had to collect his limbs and situation him so he wasn't hanging off anywhere but she threw an upward nod to Maddox before she bounced and smiled at Kitty like her lack of help earlier no longer mattered. It didn't. It was late and everyone was tired for different reasons right? Olan was and she still needed to get him all the way back to her ship-- and maybe on a bed if it wasn't too hard to roll him onto it. If it was he was just getting a pillow and some blankets until he woke up on his own. She was only one woman, a little woman at that. |=-[d]
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