9/7 - Midway ||Deck 3|| Hostage Hooligans take Mo's Diner
Sept 8, 2013 12:43:05 GMT -5
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Post by Q ASH on Sept 8, 2013 12:43:05 GMT -5
A Vestige Within - Jules - played Cross
Apothic Devil - Ben - played Cain
Blackdeath Pyke - Rem - played Niema AND played the NPC Badguys
Bound but Free - Tu - played Q Ash
Deadmans Heart - Gaplin - played Zachariah
Apothic Devil - Ben - played Cain
Blackdeath Pyke - Rem - played Niema AND played the NPC Badguys
Bound but Free - Tu - played Q Ash
Deadmans Heart - Gaplin - played Zachariah
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Bound but free: ::Q enjoyed sitting in large crowds. She wasn't much of a conversationalist, but there was something unique about glimpsing moments in someone elses history. Afterall, by the time you think of something, put it into a tangible idea or even recognize some feeling attirbuted to 'it', 'it' is already apart of the past. Language is one of few things that never seems to die, not even the dead languages! So, when she heard of the celebrations in Midway, the market party and discount dinning going on in effort to bring back the consumers after the Wingo incident, the Comm Officer took a shuttle from the JSS cruiser she was staying on with one of her brothers while recruitment for the expedition continued. That shuttle was now docked on Midway and Q was forty-five minutes into a very interested journal (not her own) and a splendid Thorngrape cheesecake. It was far better than it sounded, but of course, Q wasn't even looking at her plate. Sitting ramrod straight in the booth by one of the few portholes overlooking the stars beyond the docking bays jutting out overhead and below in the 2nd and 4rth decks. She moved with a synchronized and fluid grace that suggested she timed her bites, or mayve just chewed/enjoyed each one the same length of time before forking off another small bite. Green eyes following her other index finger across the pages she held with that hand. While both the cheesecake and book were worth it, she was here for the eavesdropping and did her fair share of conversation jumping and quiet snickering one might blame on that book without a further thought. Never once adjusting her leather jacket with the custom designs, or the plain white dress shirt she wore under it buttoned all the way to the last which was left undone and breathable. Likewise, her slacks seemed freshly pressed and her boots, though with a notable shine, were well warn and probably outfitted with a sheath or two. Some folks carried extra weapons, Q carried extra wires and circuits. Maybe one knife, you know, as a multi-tool... Blonde hair was left down and partially obscuring her face from the other Patrons though nothing hid the aged wedding band still adorning her left hand as her only peice of jewelry. JSS tags don't count.::-d
A Vestige Within: "No... haven't gotten the mark yet, but I'm close... really close." No need to share too much detail. "Taking you awfully long, Cross, longer than usual." The old hunter across from him stated. Jai simply gave him a crooked look and then grinned. "Maybe I'm just giving him the run around, don't want to make things too easy after all. I've got to give old wolves like you a shot eh? Otherwise what's the fun?" Yeah, he could bullshit with the best of them. In truth the target was already caught, stowed away in a pod out in space. All Jai had to do was go and retrieve him. No need to share that with the old fool. He may be aged but he was still a bounty hunter, he'd jump on a ship and search space until he found that pod. "This wingo meat... damn good, by the way." Jai was glad that he was enjoying. Although not at as good as Mamma's, he thought to himself. He was seated off to one side of the diner where a table had been pushed against the wall with the old hunter across from him. He'd already devoured his burger and sat back with a bottled beer in hand. He was dressed in his usual attire, the leather coat had been slung over the back of his chair so that his twin pistols were in full view (even if the knives were not) tucked into the belt of militaristic cargo pants beneath a blue button up with its sleeves rolled up over his arms. If he noted the blonde he didn't think anything of her. Neither did he know anything was coming their way. "Hear you been seen with the Underboss recently..." Jai stared him down and simply shrugged his shoulders, "I take it where I can get it..." Little did he know.. . (D)
Apothic Devil: The last month had been spent back home in Lotek City. He needed to recharge his nature energy. Working as chef a few months on a ship and never getting leave had him in need of fresh air and what better way than nostalgic air of one's home town. However, the family reunion was over and he was back at Midway, looking for work that might work out best for him. He heard a few rumors of ships about to go out which always got his attention. Traveling. New cities, new people, new customs. He loved to learn about the cultures of At-verse. Right now though, the man known as Papaa Cain was a bit on the hungry side as he had found his way into Mo's and occupied himself a spot at one of their booths. His attire was an interesting mix due to his travels. He wore black army fatigue pants with a pair of black hiking boots. His black and green patterend sarong was a bit shreaded to the point it was not long enough to wrap around and properly tie. Now he had it sewn into his belt to hang in slant only coverhis left leg mostly. Right leg free of it's burden. He had his machette hanging from his right hip and no gun currently on him. White shirt had the sleeves rolled half way up fore arms. Wrist and next decorated in mutliple bracelets and necklaces with beads and charms from his travels. He nodded and smiled as he was served his bowl of soup. He would look at it a moment as he took in it's aroma. It seemed pleasant enough but something was off. Hanging of his left hip was a leather cylinder sheath. Reaching for it he pulled six magnetic metal containers. Twisting the middle he added a sprinkle from it's container before retwisting the top and and reconcting it with it's brothers as he slid them all back in the sheath. " Much better " He said as he took the spoon and began to eat. Appreciating it's taste, and appreciating the home made hot pepper medly he added. If there was anything he missed when traveling, was his pepper garden. -d-
Black Death Pyke: || D e c k 3 ; the Underboss of the Underside of Midway wasn't well known for being on the upper decks and that included the high end of the slum-side which Mo's Diner was located. Dark brown hair was pulled back from her face and twisted into a hair-clip which left the end of it's volume in a limp hang over the edges of the metal clawed mouth. She wore a black buckled corset which cupped over her breasts hiding her cleavage and protecting most of her torso. In a taunt her shoulders were completely exposed in the bronzed and somewhat scarred glory putting curves on the horizon off her neck in a compliment to the lines of her collarbone. Like the center core of her rhythm Niema's narrow waist didn't really seem to move much when she walked but the rest of her did in full primal swagger. Wide hips wrapped tightly in matte black leather, belted and unoccupied by any visible weapons. Her boots were not of the usual flat and flexible variety but heeled, spiked actually in an accented tie in of the metal in her hair and buckled up her corset. They tinged on the floor, the part under the front pad of her feet and toes had a rubber sole which made a whisper of sound and gave increased grip to every stride, it was the spike that counted the cadence of her walk into the Diner toward the front counter-bar where lone souls lined it leaving a few stools between each one. When she claimed one of them nearest the door, she sat fully on it with a slide and crossed her right leg over her left. Her posture remained ram-rod straight but looked natural on her with the way her shoulders sloped in their seemingly relaxed state. Ink-Blot eyes were looking at the waitress handing her a menu but she'd swept them around long enough to see a few familiar faces, some more willing to meet her gaze than others. It was hard to say why she was here, how likely was it she was simply here for the food? Still that was what she seemed focused on, actually taking a moment to consider the selections while she ordered a tea in the mean time and refrained from making any second glances around the room until she'd decided on something that seemed good to her. ||[d]
Bound but free: ::The blonde woman found the hunter's conversation perhaps the most interesting, but as usual, she made no comment and didn't look in their direction until and unless there was a fork clang or something noteworthy (and excusably distracting) to pull an engrossed woman from an interesting book. Each glance helped inventory the visual armory and bodylanguage but it was the spice that tickled her nose which drew her green hues to the dark skinned man doctoring his soup. A curious brow wondered what and why, but she didn't ask, only smiled in a silent thought interrupted by the door. Still holding her place with one finger in the journal, still holding her empty fork in the other suspended alongside her desert plate with her elbow properly off the table, Q turned to look over her shoulder at the scary woman. Scary and beautiful. Wide-eyed and in slight awe, the Linguist momentarily forgot the journal and the pie and made some jumps in her mind that caused her eyes to flicker a quiet confession between the hunters and the woman while she made her way toward the diner's bar. With a glass of milk (she didn't ask what animal) next to her plate, the JSS officer silently set the fork down and traded it for the glass as the woman took a seat and Ia debated if she was done or if she wanted to order something for her brother before she returned to the ship. Having been there nearly an hour, it seemed important not to take up the booth toooo long, being a single person and all. Too selfish to feel guilty, she found herself pointedly ignoring the pop-up questions regarding the spices while drinking her milk because it was just awkward. For all her precision and calm care, Q could never drink milk without the stash and refused to use a straw because of a suggestive comment her husband had made once. Language could be brutal to the psyche sometimes...::-d
Deadmans Heart: :: Zachariah was furthest from the door in a booth with a plate of steak half eaten. There was a cup of water to the left of him and a mug of something else to the right. He had a steak knife supplied by the diner in the center of the table above his plate, and a six-inch hunting knife of his own next to it. The hilt of that knife was carved of bone with a series of small distorted faces. The killer wore the same thing he usually wore. Brown leather pants of his own making loose on his legs and did not contain the tuck of his tunic. The off-white shirt was unlaced and worn under the opened black vest of many pockets. Zachariah was minding his own business but ever aware of the patrons. His ungloved hand smoothed back the stray hair from its tie at the nape of his neck as he forked the next cut of meat and put it in his mouth for a slow savory chew. :: -d-
A Vestige Within: If someone was listening in Jai didn't seem to notice, but perhaps he would've been flattered that she found the conversation so.. interesting? Maybe. Before he could say another thing more Speak of the devil and she shall appear. Heels clicking along the way as she she entered the establishment and moved to the bar in all of her glory. Jai eyed her openly, brown eyes following Niema who seemed content to go about her own business. Jai wasn't planning on interrupting her, not yet at least. He also noted the few others. The unknown man who'd just been delivered his soup was someone he hadn't seen before, but he looked interesting. The bounty hunter sized him up from afar and then glanced in the direction of Zachariah all the way at the back. Interesting group of people gathered here today. Seeing that his associate was a bit distracted, the old man across from him slammed a few coins down upon the table and rose from his seat "Happy Hunting, Cross." A salute to the fellow hunter was given with a gesture of his fingers to his temple and then he leaned back to finish his beer, let's see.. who shall we poke at first. Choices choices... . (D)
Apothic Devil: That spoon was held and his head was kept down. Attentions all given to his food. He did what he could to ignore the world sometmes as he didn't like to glimpse into people's worlds. Though converstations in part were heard here and there while he ate. He sat alone, in the middle of the booth's right bench as his right hand would lower silverware in hand to dip into potatoe soup as he'd lift it up and take a bite. He took his time eating. No need to rush his bites. Somwhere between the middle of his bowl he had a sudden stop. His eyes would look up and moved around the room for a moment. Turning sight back on his bowl his lip curled in the left corner making a displeased look. A shake of his was made, ignoring that of which bothered him. Returning to the yummy bowl of soup. Attempting to further distract himself from the conversation filling the room, he tried to listen only to the foot steps. Listening to their paths as patrons entered and leaved. Staff moved their track. Looping the place as they talked with patrons or moved about in the kitchen. As he neared completion of his soup he pushed it to the center of the table.Leaning back in the booth, he simply gave the faint shake of his head. Ignoring the thoughts in his head, no matter how persistant they were. Trying to ignore that more then people his eyes scanned the room again. Placing faces to foot steps. Cataloguing people, attire, jewelery any and all details as he could only to make him not notice the details he'd been avoiding -d-
Black Death Pyke: || O b s e r v a t i o n ; depending on what it was Cross was detailing about the deviant devil of a woman he might have noticed the buckles appeared to be part of a chain, like she could undo one and undo them all. It was in or under that corset where weapons could have been hidden but from her hips to her ankles her pants and boots hugged her curves like a dark skin which made it obvious there wasn't any knives or guns stashed there. Honestly, the tyrant looked all legs even though the heels only provided an extra three inches, making the five-eight killer contortionist to an eye drinking five-eleven. Her order was a short one and it put a curious look on the waitresses face before she turned from the Underboss. Nie flicked her gaze to the older Hunter making his leave like they might have had old business at some point in time. Spooning her tea around in the cup she turned her head back the other way to look at Jai with the faintest of smiles before she turned it to Zachariah with a curious quirk of her brow. It seemed obvious why Jai was there but why was Zachariah? The man with the bowl of soup consumed before she even got her order looked paranoid to her and was the next one to get the ore direct loop of her eyes. They skipped the blonde and went back to Cross with a "you see this guy" look of amusement on her face. When the waitress returned to her it was with a bowl of what looked like... eggs. They could have been boiled but it was hard to tell just yet. That act pulled her eyes to the woman and the bowl of half a dozen set right beside her tea. Tea she hadn't yet drank. ||[d]
[[Okay, I'm also going to post the entry of the bad-guys next. But I'm going to roll first for guidance on how this plays out. I will forwarn you... they're about to get briefly knocked out. We'll use the dice to help determine who gets hit the hardest and what not. ]]
OnlineHost: Black Death Pyke rolled 5 12-sided dice: 4 6 11 9 5
Black Death Pyke: 5:10 PM STATION TIME- There was no warning, one moment the group of men were walking down the market dressed as Midway Security and then they split, three turned the corner and disappeared into a service entrance that connected to the back of Mo's kitchen. The other two ripped off their fake security patches slyly tossing them in a waste-shoot before approaching the front entry. It was coordinated to say the least, in a blink they came from both directions lobbing what looked like smoke bombs into the diner which almost instantly popped were most certainly NOT smoke bombs, but concussion bombs to knock everyone out as quickly as possible. One of them rolled and busted beside Pappa Cains table hitting him harder than anyone else, while the other remained somewhat center down the isle between the tables and booths. The wave itself would hit the body with a jolt that lined up with the blinding flash and ear popping preasure. It ensured the team ten or fifteen minutes to drag everyone from their seats to be searched on the floor. Any internally hidden weapons or tools (like sewn into clothes or hidden under them/inside the person) weren't likely to be found but all others were being laid on the bar in a line like they wanted to see the invantory. [[In your post, let us know what they put on the counter for your char!]] No one was tied up, believe it or not, the tables were cleared to baricade the exits and the patrons laid in rows beside one another, hands on laid to rest on their chests. It would be the mixed arms of alrutanium mixed projectile bullets and pulse pistols aimed at the lot of them as they came to. Behind them were masked men, all but one who was daringly bold enough to show his face. His gun was also held down almost lazily at his size as he canted his head and watched them, waiting for them to wake up. Niema was kept on the far end, furthest from him like he knew who she was. Zachariah was put in the same row but the opposite end with four NPC patrons between them, likely to be out a while. In the middle of the next group was Q Ash and Pappa Cain side by side with the Bounty Hunter amid a few more lone souls from the counter. Anyone who'd never been hit with one before was likely to be out a while too, but MIC knew some would be waking any moment now. 4th wasn't anywhere to be seen, 3rd was posted at the kitchen entry and 1st and 2nd were flanking their leader in total silence. No one said a word, only the Diner's quiet lulling, get-along music could be heard. Assuming their ears weren't still ringing. [DONE]
Bound but free: ::Belmont's ninth momentarily tapped the toe of her ranchers boots in considering toss between her logical and creative minds as if she were operating foot peddles of consciousness that stopped when the coins-to-the-table made the Comm Officer jumper and dart paranoid eyes in the direction of the sharp sound as if she knew exactly where it had come from. Ash had, of course. It was a momentary distraction that made her linger on the soluting hunter who bid the man adieu when the assult team came in. Hearing them, she noted the cadence of their steps and that preparedness of body that shimmered in her peripheral a little too late. The familiar cliclackity-clack-clack-warbleroll of the flashbangs had the JSS Officer ducking before she even really knew why. Even so, even with her eyes tightly closing and her hands dropping her milk in a shatter of glass overwhelmed and muted by the blast, she was out like a dying star. Only aware she was out after she was out because the blast took her mind away. At least she wasn't exactly blind when she started to come too, half-deaf and with a ringing headache that made focusing difficult. From her, the counter would offer only a utility knife and multi-use tool with a variety of circuits and wires that might concern someone if they weren't so obviously not attached to anything else. For a woman as pristinely dressed as she liked to be, her pockets were descretely filled like someone with an OCD hard-on for electronics. It wasn't much, didn't weigh enough to make her pockets sag or seem less lofty, but she still knew they were missing the moment she woke up and stretched in her skin on the floor beside the scent of spices amid a cool jungle breeze. What?! Green eyes tried to see the men staring down at them and gave up with a turn of her blond head dried with a little blood from face-planting on a shard of the milk-glass when she got KO'd but it wasn't anything serious. The dark-skinned man was beside her and another of the diners on her other side...mummbling in old-Russian:: "What the hell?" -d
Deadmans Heart: :: Zachariah afforded the Hunter a nod of his head when the man looked to him at the back of the diner. He too had spotted Niema among the other faces and shared the thought of how interesting the company was. The blonde with the angry panda jacket looked familiar. He pulled a flash screen from one of many pockets and used his ring finger, left hand, to activate it. The same finger idly swiped across the screen like he was looking through pictures or documents. When the two entries opened he did not know what exactly was about to happen but he knew it was not good. He spit out what he was chewing and broke the flash-screen he'd been looking at. Then his eyes squinted closed and with a pop everything went black. On him they would find and remove his pistol, hatchet, machete and the half dozen knives of all sizes and purposes about his attire. From the pockets of his vest there was a lazer cutter, most used in medical facilities, and grav-knuckles. Made like brass knuckles but with internal tech that could make them impossibly heavy. He heard the high pitched whine drowning the quiet whisper of music first. Then opened his eyes to look at the roof a few blinks before he slowly sat up. Slower yet when he saw the armed men in front of them, the blonde already also sitting up and cursing it sounded like. Everyone who was in the diner appeared to be on the floor. Ocean-deep blues looked to M.I.C. and locked. They were going to pay for this.:: -d-
A Vestige Within: Jai missed little. From the nod that Zach gave him to the way the unknown blonde jumped when his associate left the scene. When the men came in he was too busy looking from Niema to the other man with a small grin at her gesture. The guy looked like a new arrival, the way that he was acting, slightly paranoid, trying not to look at anyone or anything. Just trying to mind his business. Jai was convinced that he should get up and go see what the guy was about (perhaps just to impress the Underboss) until he heard those footsteps. Before he could even react to something hitting the crowd there was that flash. And then darkness. Damn, he'd been enjoying that beer too. His brows scrunched and his closed eyes tightened to try and alleviate the pounding in his head as he slowly came to and opened his eyes. Didn't take him long to realize they'd all been moved to the floor. The men had guns. His were gone. They probably also pulled the knife from his belt as well. One knife. That's all he had left. Tucked down in his boot where they wouldn't have found it unless they went digging. He slowly straightened himself with a groan. "...damnit...feels like my eardrums are hanging out of my head." He noted who was beside him, the unknown man and woman and then peeked over his shoulder for Zach and Niema. Well, this was going to be interesting. If they took his guns.. he wouldn't be a happy hunter. . (D)
Apothic Devil: Papa noted the sight of the man that looked like he was wanting to talk It wasn't too long before the suden metal clangs of flash bombs coming at him and his booth as he simply closed his eyes and mumbled to himself. " I hate when you're right " Talking to... himself? Only Papa knew. There was two problems he had going for him right about now. One was just how close the device going off next to him was. He was going to be in the cloud of smoke before it even got to break free and even find people. Worse was the spices. They could clear your sinuses out. Which meant anything and everything made itself right in. Unconscious. Full on black out KO. Papa hated this. He never knew what would linger in his head when he came too but for now. He layd there in the pile up of people. Not moving. It was going to take him a little more time to recover. The only things on him were that machette, and his leather cylinder pouch. When the grabbed it , whichever did the searching only laughed tossing it back onto Cain's chest. " He has a traveling spice rack.. " Which was true. He had a variiety of spices, plants, even one paste in those magnatic comparments. Though only the pepper mix was for eating. The rest were usually made into or already some form of all natural medicine. Papa laid out cold still. Hello darkness my old friend. -d-
Black Death Pyke: || A t t a c k ; the Underboss had been in too many similar situations not to know what it was as soon as it happened. Even so, she was still human and only managed to hop the counter before the blast went off, minimizing the impact on her but not entirely. And when time came about when she woke, she remained down like she wasn't yet awake, like she might have hit her head on the way down. Keeping her entire body as limp as it would be if she were sleeping, her head cocked off to the side with her mouth slack and almost open. She knew she was on the floor and could feel the people around her and maybe even hear a little better than the others though she continued to pretend to be out cold. And unless they unbuckled her corset to see if they could find any weaponry there, they weren't going to find a single one on her-- unless they counted the metal hair-clip. ||[d]
OnlineHost: Black Death Pyke rolled 5 12-sided dice: 4 9 11 6 8
Black Death Pyke: 5:30 PM STATION TIME: the group was waking and getting acquainted with their new situations. MIC was amused and curious of the assortment of things on the bar from the different patrons, some of the less obvious ones also armed with knives and even a stun-stick which MIC had in his other hand tapping to the music against his thigh. He met Zachariahs eye-contact, listened to the Russian curse words he didn't know and the Hunter groan about his ears. Behind blue goggles the other men also watched but it was impossible to say what they saw exactly, if it was just a means of shielding or tech. They had dug in Jai's boots, every ones who looked like theirs could hold a weapon. Niema's were taken off because they where weapons as far as MIC was concerned, and so was her hair clip. The pouch was tossed on Papa Cain's chest with a chuckle alright but the traveling spice rack was put on the counter too. Too easy for one of them to be poison of some kind. Zachariah didn't have his vest and Q Ash didn't have her jacket. MIC motioned to 2nd over his shoulder, the slightly broader man stepped up and followed the gesture to Papa Cain, speaking in a mechanical voice to Q. "Walk to MIC dollface." He wouldn't bend or move toward the Doc until she moved, his aimed weapon implied if she didn't do it on her own, he'd move her himself. If she obliged he'd grab Papa Cain by the shoulder and spin him to take up both spaces while he was still knocked out, though possibly beginning to wake. The movement probably helped. Looking at Zachariah a moment longer, MIC broke that eye contact and turned on the stun-stick and tossed it in an underhanded float toward Niema. The thing about them was they didn't just get electrified at the end of two prongs, the whole body of it was a conduit for enough voltage to lightly burn exposed skin and seize a man like Zachariah through most clothes and even some armor. MIC had imppecible aim and displayed as much in the toss to land that stun-stick on her abdomen like tossing a live wire into the still half sleeping crowd of people aimed at one in particular. It was hard to say if she was the most dangerous but it was easy to assume MIC was testing things out before he told anyone why they were there. [DONE]
Bound but free: ::It was her hands on her chest that made her realize most-notibly that her angry panda jacket was missing. In the crisp white dress-shirt, the drops of blood and dirt smudges from the floor were all the more apparent. Similarly, her left pant-leg was haphazardly drawn over her boots in whoever's pisspoor attempt to make the evidence of their thorough search less obvious. Or maybe to make it MORE obvious. Q wasn't sure and as much as it pissed her off to think of being touched by anyone but her husband (and even THAT was a stretch these days) it wasn't the first thing she decided to address. No, that was the realization that she was one of the first to wake-up. Maybe it was her JSS training, maybe it was the fact she'd been accidentally (and purposefully) electricuted and KOd more times than she could count. Didn't make her any happier. Ever optimistic, yet rather paranoid, Ash wondered if this was some attempt to hinder the expedition. As if she were underwater, Ia heard the armed man address her and motion to the unmasked man he meant. Her eyes widened slightly in a moments fear and realization, but it passed just as quickly for her Stone-JSS recruit-face. Getting to her feet, she seemed wobbly until that electricly charged stick went floating across her path toward the Underboss. Realistically, she had no business reacting the way she did, but instead of going to MIC, the off-duty JSS Comm Officer and youngest of a legacy of JSS officers leaned and reached out to slap the stick back at the man who threw it, like a Tenri-under-handed return, only her hand was her racket and the resulting charge made her seize up, altering her 'aim' slightly and making it impossible for her to finish stepping her next step which made her tilt and fall in a shivering after-shock of electricity that made her teeth chatter and her pretty hair stand up like an afro momentarily. Bet they hadn't expected THAT.::-d
Bound but free: ((Imna roll to see if it hits))
OnlineHost: Bound but free rolled 1 20-sided die: 6
Bound but free: ((Seems like a grazed hit. play on))
Deadmans Heart: :: The Assassin did not like the look of any of it. He sat still where he was watching the man who was the leader of the others. Spotting the Hunter looking over his shoulder to see them but did not actually look at him back. Niema appeared to still be out but some how Zachariah doubted that, he had seen her leap the counter. He was slow to rest his palms on his thighs with his legs out in front of him. Gaze keeping the view of the room while never leaving MIC. He heard the electric buzz as the stun-stick was turned on and felt his heart thump in his chest in revolt of his calm. Zachariah was shocked to see the blonde woman reach out to swat the stun-stick like she was playing racket ball. Oh, he liked her. Zachariah was smiling even though she went down in a convulsion because the stun-stick was aimed right back at MIC with less of a tossed trajectory. He kept his eyes ahead but monitored Niema and the others to see how the moment ended. Not interfering physically yet.:: -d-
A Vestige Within: They certainly didn't seem interested in him. Jai knew a Jissy when he saw one and the moment he saw that blonde reach out to swat that stick, he blinked as she took the shock and the stick was batted back to the man who tossed it. Fiesty.. but stupid. Meanwhile, he was just realizing that ALL of his weapons had been taken. Excellent. But he was patient enough to bide his time and see where this went, although he was always ready if someone made a move. In the meantime, since they weren't really paying attention to him to begin with, he nonchalantly gave Cain's leg a nudge with his own, narrowing an eye. The man was still breathing. They'd probably need him if they were going to get out of this. Last time Jai tried to be a hero? It had ended up with him darted and on the ground passed out. Would this be similar? "Hey, if you all don't mind, I got business that needs doing so if you would speed this up and get what-ever you came here for, that'd be mighty helpful." Just a suggestion. Jai and his big mouth.. he could only stay quiet for so long. . (D)
Apothic Devil: The world of darkness he currently was in was not a world he enjoyed visiting unless he was in control of such a visit. In this state the spirits.. the voices.. the invisibles. They swormed his thoughts like piranah, no longer docile lil gold fish looking to maybe be noticed. The man hand grabbed him ,and turned him just as the blonde woman instead was playing a bit of hero. Between her falling down and across Papa, Jai's nudging, and the man holding his shoulder he came snapping to reality. Eyes snapped open and the green glow filled in through the hazey greys of his eyes. His hand snapped with a quickness to grab the man's hand. Nothing else. Not tugging no pulling, no fighting the man just a grab. A startled, what's on me grab as right now, all he saw was spinning lights and the on man over him appeared to be a spiral of a dozen men, slowly trying to form it's way into one. -d-
Black Death Pyke: || D e a d - t o - t h e - w o r l d ; as long as she could if she could help it. Niema had to use a lot of her self control to remain as limp as she was on the floor like she was still knocked out cold. She didn't know for sure that stun-stick was meant for her but she heard it make impact before the woman dropped and it grazed someone else. She could hear their movements but had to think of herself inside some imaginary box outside all of that in order to help keep her from instinctually reacting to everything that happened. In an effort to sell the fact she had been knocked out, even though she was very awake and very aware and whether any of them thought she was or not, plotting a way out of this that largely involved going over her visual memory of the scene and mentally marking all the ways to kill every last one of them. || [d]
OnlineHost: Black Death Pyke rolled 5 12-sided dice: 9 9 2 5 8
Black Death Pyke: 5:33 PM STATION TIME: the stun-stick was swatted back at MIC with still impressive accuracy considering the shock on impact. I seized him when it skimmed off his shoulder but he never fell, like maybe his suit had some resistance to the electric current. He growled a little but let it hit the floor and buzz there like an exposed transformer on the ground. Q twitched over Papa Cain when she came down and 2nd, who'd been moving the old black man tried to jerk out of the way, got grabbed instead. He twisted his hand free in a forceful and brisk move back nearer to Niema and Zachariah as Cross was letting his impatience be known. MIC grit his teeth briefly and relaxed them as he arched his brows on that almost sad looking face. "Have business do you?" And as if he had no line of logic at all he lifted his pulse pistol in the air and squeezed a round into Zachariahs chest. Lucky for the large man it wasn't set to kill, only stun, he'd be out a few minutes. "What sort of business?" His free hand turning the dial on the gun before aiming it at Niema. "Be honest with me or I'll kill the filth." Would he really?! The man looked serious and not nearly as crazy as he sounded or was otherwise acting. His free hand then gestured to 2nd who was near the killer, motioning him to Q who lay over Papa; as if his order for her to be laid or stood before him remained and wouldn't be detered by the events unfolding. MIC watched the Hunter openly and 1st, over his shoulder still, appeared to be watching everyone. As the other people were waking they were eager to keep their heads down most of them though a few risked sitting and looking around. 3rd near the kitchen entry likewise seemed to keep a very broad observation, like those blue goggle eyes weren't watching anyone, but everyone. [DONE]
Bound but free: ::Ia Q Ash was a very good Tenri-player. Of course, most rackets and balls didn't have any voltage running through them, let alone THAT much. Likely to get ahold of the security footage later (if there was any), Q might have a laugh at the way her body danced mid-air if she didn't inwardly wince at the idiocy of her reaction. Did she think the Underboss cared? Her bodysuit was probably better suited for an impact anyway, like the unmasked man whom she could tell wasn't bothered by the brush-contact with the stun-gun he left laying on the floor where it landed. Unlike her. If you've ever been electrocuted like that, you know getting your movement back is like the most hellish pins and needles ever, and a fight for response. Ia could see the 2nd coming for her, she could feel the pressure of the man she landed on not being the floor, but her senses were stunned twice over in a matter of half an hour and Wordy wasn't getting a single one out; not in ANY language. Wait, sign-language to the rescue with the power of glaring green eyes. Her right hand managed to pull her middle finger from the convulsive fist to flick him off before he reached for her. Unable to stop him, Q would get hoisted and dragged whether she liked it or not, twitch or two -she hoped- disturbing some part of him. If she had been hesitant to be stood before MIC before, seeing him shoot the Giant and threaten to outright kill the Underboss (like he didn't give a shit) if the hunter didn't speak truthfully, Office Ash was trembling a little because of fear and not just the electricity before she could control her own movements or actually hear the words being said and not just deciphering them.::-d
A Vestige Within: Jai glanced at the dark man as he grabbed one of their arms in shock from his awakening and then peeked up at the man in charge. Asking what was his business? Damn, he would've answered. Didn't have to go shooting people in the chest. His eyes followed Zach's fall calmly. Stunned but not dead and then glanced at Niema as the gun was aimed at her. He huffed lightly and looked back to him with a small grin. "I would've told you without the threats... no need for them." This guy wasn't leaving here alive anyways if he or Zach or Niema had any say in it. "Bounty hunt. I'm a hunter. Must not be as popular as I thought if you don't recognize me. Still searching for the man though, slippery one he is." He shifted his eyes to the blonde as she was placed before the man in charge and just leaned back slightly, looking quite relaxed, although he was hyper aware of the man over his shoulder and just biding his time before he could make a move to get his weapon and drop the rest of them. But hell he was curious, he wanted to see what this was all about first. . (D)
Apothic Devil: His hand was not so easily removed at this point. Oh no not at all. The startled hold was a tight one which lead to 2nd punching Papa across his jaw to get him to release his hand. Head turned and layed that way for a brief moment as Q was taken again. The room was moving around still. Nothing coming into view. Slowly, Cain sat up now, slowly closing his eyes and shaking his head. Finger tips pressed to the floor as he concentrated. Letting vibrations tell him more then his eyes could. He felt 2nd and Q walking as he felt the thud of a body on the ground.. Eyes slowly opened revealing thise glowing eyes again. Not so bright now. Starting to fade out back to his natural grey color as he turned his head towards voices. The vacant look in his eyes would tell MIC if he was observant enough, Papa wasn't all there just yet. Practically blind still, at least as far as vision went. Trying to use his other senses right now to make up for the lack of one. -d-
Black Death Pyke: || F i l t h ? ! ; who the fuck was that halfsack talking about? Nie refused to react externally but knew the fight against her heart rate was a losing battle as she heard another body thud-- though different and in the same row she was in. She knew she was barefoot which meant they'd seen her shoes as weapons but why didn't it sound like anyone was tied up? She of all people-- maybe Zachariah too, should have been tied up. Killing was in their blood like DNA; it was weird to her no one sounded tied up but she was relieved, calmed even to hear Jai speaking with MIC even if it seemed an almost hostile conversation. Was stunning the big-guy really necessary? It didn't matter at this point did it? She was grateful for the interference though Cross said he'd have answered anyway and she had to fight not to smile at his commentary of them not knowing who he was. It was a great point, one she added to the notes she was making while she all but played dead. Way easier said than done; ever tried to lay completely limp on the floor? She sure made it look easy though, not so much as a twitch as she waited and prayed for that moment where everything turned around. It would come right? Had to! ||[d]
OnlineHost: Black Death Pyke rolled 5 12-sided dice: 4 12 1 7 11
Black Death Pyke: 5:38 PM STATION TIME: the almost sad looking leader let his brows settle in that brooding fashion as he looked at the Hunter telling him he needn't shoot the Assassin for the information. Prodding at his knowledge of the locals around here which made it clear if it hadn't been before, Jai shouldn't have been so overlooked. "A bounty. " MIC repeated in a monotone gravely voice. He held his hand up to stop 2nd from setting Q down when he dragged her away from the others and when he spoke it was to him. "Take her to 4th. 3rd, collect Niema." He dialed down the gun with an almost careless motion and aimed the shot under Niema's chin like he wanted to be sure her head was out of it for a moment. His next aim was on Papa Cain but again MIC's eyes were on Cross. "This bounty of yours. I think you have him already and if you don't. You should get him soon, or bad things will happen." He kept his voice so flat it almost seemed like he couldn't change the pitch of his voice, though they knew that wasn't true. "You understand Jai Theron Cross?" A brow lifted high in question like his answer would stop or cause him to shoot the Doc next. While 2nd was tossing Q over his shoulder with an arm around her legs, 3rd moved past Zachariah toward Niema to collect her presumably unconsious body as he'd been told by his commander. His rifle slung to his back in trade for a pistol which was easier to hold onto and control close up. 2nd had similar conserns but it was the stun-stick he bent and leaned to pick up from the ground. [DONE]
Bound but free: ::Halfway to MIC, Q could feel herself again and those twitchy fingers were tests of her responses in mimic of her earlier twitching. By the time 2nd got her to MIC and started to lower her to he floor (like Niema, she was playing unresponsive) and miraculously did nothing more than an eye-widened and soft gasp of reply to MICs command to stop 2nd from putting her down and outright shooting the Underboss. Who the fuck were these people?! Trying to pretend this was a game with her brothers, the five-four and buck-twenty Linguist let herself be manhandled over the man's shoulder like a rag-doll that only oomphed uncomfortably and made no effort to steady herself or grab ahold of him when she folded over his back. The scent of his uniform assulting her singed senses and the hum of the stunstick getting closer as he leaned to pick it up. It was the only time his thigh was closer to his torso, the only time his sidearm was closer to her hand and the lean of his body to balance her weight while he reached for it giving her the only opportunity she could calculate in that moment and she went for it; his pistol which didn't have DNA access since he was wearing gloves and THAT meant there was a CHANCE she could fire it.
Bound but free:((Rolling for the grab-
OnlineHost: Bound but free rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
Bound but free: -9 is KO on 2nd so that's a successful grab -continues and keeps it brief, sorries!))
Bound but free: As soon as she got it in her hand, Ash lifted the pistol and eyed for a safety (presuming it might be off under the circimstances but not taking a chance) while she brought it up to aim at MIC's face. That's right, the man giving orders was her target and she let her breath go in the awkward back-lift to get her torso up and hoped to the Gods 2nd didn't fuck up her shot and not a damned witty thing to add::-d
OnlineHost: Bound but free rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
Bound but free: ((KO shot, say it was set to stun and she didn't know to set it to kill: playon!))
A Vestige Within: Well he shot Niema anyway. Not his fault though. This man was showing his bluff though, stunning people instead of killing them. Sure it was wise, but it showed hesitance regardless. Oh look.. he knew his name. Jai's eyes narrowed. Who was this? A rival bounty hunting group? These were the moments when he wished he had a bounty squad of his own, but he was too stubborn for that. "I understand perfectly..." Bitch. Well aware that he was aiming at the doc who was still gaining his consciousness. He better hurry up! He was going to leave it at that, actually he was waiting for the man in charge to shoot the guy anyways when a flash of movement caught his eye and instinct kicked in the moment he saw the blonde grab a gun and shoot the man in charge right in the face. Jai threw himself backwards from his seated position and rolled, knowing that 1st's attention would be momentarily distracted by his boss getting dropped, his legs were kicked into the other man's in an attempt to knock him over so that Jai could snatch his gun and use the bastard as a meat shield. (rolling)
OnlineHost: A Vestige Within rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
A Vestige Within: Maybe his reflexes were a bit off, maybe it was the couple of drinks, either way the maneuver didn't go as planned and he was scrambling to regroup by the nearest cover before he could be stopped first. . (D)
Apothic Devil: Slowly the room began to come together .Everything was coming together as he saw distances of every one. Shaking his head a second just before that shot was done. It went right for MIC and landed nicely. Taking him down and out for the moment. He too was thinking like Cross about the distraction of 1. MIC's body between Papa and 1, watching as attention of 1 followed the fall of their ringleader left Papa ( Dice God's so help me) taking the quickest action he could think of. Running at 1 before he took the time to react. Scrambling to his feet, He now ran at full speed. By the time eyes came from the falling body, to the rising of Papa, he would already be closing the gap between himself and the 1st lackey. A full on sprint as he tried to do a shoulder charging tackle in to the man ...(rolling )
OnlineHost: Apothic Devil rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
Apothic Devil: And the God's answer. Arms wrapped around the arms of 1 preventing him from raising a weapon as he takckled the man directly into the wall, head first and knocking him straight out. And with 5th Element on Chris Tucker connection straight to mind ..Daaammnn however Papa words weren't exactly so. Looking down to the body he only grind as he said " Who go night night now ? " Quickly he reached for the gun only to point it now towards the sound of 3 coming from the kitchen -d-
Black Death Pyke: [Rolling to see if her adrenaline is enough to wake up before 3rd gets there.]
OnlineHost: Black Death Pyke rolled 1 20-sided die: 3
Black Death Pyke: || S t u n n e d ; the fact he aimed for her exposed skin would make her think he knew she tended to armor herself against pulse weaponry. Stunned was better than dead but for as relaxed as she looked Niema was amped full of adrenaline ready to kill every one of them just for knocking her own in the first place. The shot knocked her head back exposing her neck more and successfully blacked her out again. Oblivious to what happened in those next few moments as Q made a move for 2nd's gun and shot MIC putting him on the ground before 3rd even got to her truly-- not just pretend anymore, limp body. 3rd watched as Cain bolted up in a charge toward 1st but would follow his orders and sling Niema's body over his shoulder as 2nd had but without any bending for a stun-stick. Fool!
Black Death Pyke: [Rolling to see if she can wake and take lethal action.]
OnlineHost: Black Death Pyke rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
Black Death Pyke: Niema didn't feel the world around her again until she was on 3rd's shoulder like a rag doll with a tint of blood in her mouth and that familar and hated throb of a head shot with a pulse pistol. Yeah wasn't the first time, she was the Underboss! She felt him stiffen when he realized 1st was taken down by Cain and that the old man's attention and newly aquired gun was being swung his way. Nie took advantage and just elbowed the nape of his neck with as much strength as she could muster-- which was a lot less than she felt like she was putting into it to be honest. Still, it was enough to shock his entire body and black out his mind, dropping them both to the ground like a sack of potatoes because Nie didn't completely have the cordination and strength enough to land gracefully. Couldn't be smooth as water all the time. Maybe it was better that way, have live targets she could torture information out of. It was one of her gifts.||[d] --
Black Death Pyke: [And I'm changing the roll to 2 dice since there are only two men of the team left conscious.]
OnlineHost: Black Death Pyke rolled 2 12-sided dice: 4 12
Black Death Pyke: 5:44 PM STATION TIME: it seemed like everything was going to hell in a hurry! MIC was down with a stun to the face, 1st was down with a head-to-wall tackle from Papa Cain and 3rd was down with an elbow to the back of the neck. It wasn't looking very good for the hostage takers or their twisted nonsensical agendas. If they thought that 4th was just keeping an eye on the rear entrance they were wrong. The entire kitchen stafff was culled from the back while they were busy in the diner. Taken in the thirty or so minutes the whole event had thus transpired, he was back though and well aware of what was going on. According to plan? The people would shudder to know what this was all about! But 4th was determined to make sure that didn't happen and he kicked open the kitchen doors but didn't step out of them to make his shot for the man under Niema, 3rd--- shooting him through Niema's shoulder with a projectile bullet that made a bloody and perhaps unexpected mess on the floor. At the same time, 2nd was reacting in full to having his pistol taken by Q whom he swung the but of his rifle toward as he took aim at 1st, shooting through Papa Cain in the same fashion of blatant execution with deregard of bodily injury of the man and woman in front of their targets. 4th was turning his gun to his own head which was mirrored by 2nd on the other side of the room with full intent to kill themselves and leave MIC to fend for himself against the group, if he wasn't waking already. [DONE]
Bound but free: ::Her glee at hitting her mark was momentary, partly because 2 was shifting to shoot 1, and partly because she saw 3 drop under the Underboss' attack before getting shot too! What the [Russian: FUCK] was going on here?! Even though her next shot was turning into the small of the spine of 2nd, the blonde woman didn't get a chance to be the shooter in his case, as he blew his own head off and splattered her in his brains and skull fragments AND tipping them over in a freefall that would have had the dead 2nd on top if she wasn't used to squirming her way out from the bottom. Eight brothers will teach a girl that while strength isn't everything, you better have some and know how to use it. Jerking hard and throwing her body in a twirl as they fell, she rode the deadman to the floor on his chest, hearing the other shot of 4th taking his life too, and in-the-moment turning her firearm again on MIC, not caring if he was dead, but most definitely wanting him down if he was showing any signs of waking, she tried to shoot him again with 2nds pistol, fluttering her lashes not for any flirty moment, but to flick the blood and bits from her eyes so she could see. Maybe she should schedule more range time, some part of her felt better already.::-d
OnlineHost: Bound but free rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
Bound but free: ((almost killed him, but KOd- playon! ----also, feel free to stop 4th from killing himself, she only heard the shot, didn't have to make it to his head...))
A Vestige Within: "NO!" Jai yelled but it was already too late when he saw the blonde aiming to shoot MIC in the head again. It was all havoc now, but somehow he'd gotten through this unscathed. Couldn't say the same for the others. Zach was knocked out, Niema and the unknown man who had tackled 1st had been shot through but the ones with them killed. And then the other two were taking their lives. Jai made no move to stop them from doing so. They wanted to shoot themselves in the head. Let them. But not the head bastard. Luckily the blonde just knocked him out again. "Damnit woman... now we have to wait for him to wake up again." He immediately rose and moved to the counter to grab his knives and his pistols, keeping them drawn as he moved back to the downed boss and Jai kicked whatever weapons he had away while helping himself to a seat on the man's chest. "Don't know if I have the patience to wait..." He pressed both of those pistols underneath his jaw and clenched his teeth. Yeah, she was a Jissy, but she'd tried to shoot him herself. "You alright over there, Boss Lady? and you.. uh.. didn't catch your name." The last in reference to Papa Cain. . (D)
Apothic Devil: Papa had just turned around his gun up and on 3rd when 2nd shot him through the side. One was practically sitting and against the wall after Papa knocked him out, making that bullet go into his head. About to go for 2nd as he watched him take his life, papa took a few steps forward to catch 4th raising gun to his head. Quickly, Papa would once lift his right arm as left hand held his left side as it bled. Teeth clenched as he pulled trigger trying to stop 4 in the act of it all. Aiming for the shoulder in hopes to keep him from killing himself. (roll)
OnlineHost: Apothic Devil rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
Apothic Devil: Well it was hard to keep attention going when you got a bullet wound and trying not to kill. Dropping to his knees as 4 took his life. He looked to Cross . Deep breath as he held back signs of pain the best that he could. " Just.. green " He said . Turning the faded grey eyes over to Jai , and adding to the question. " Cain. " -d-
Black Death Pyke: || S h o t ; it had been a while since she'd been hit by a projectile like that and with her shoulders exposed there was no armor to stop it from going clean through and hitting it's mark under her. Niema rolled on her back with an irritated throaty growl that was more vibration than sound and over almost as quick as it'd begun. She panted a few quick breath and listened to everything settle just before Jai was asking if she was alright. ||"Missed all the vital stuff."|| Was her answer and it was laced in annoyed pain as she got to her stocking feet realizing she'd forgot they'd taken them until then as blood pulsed in a thin stream out of her shoulder and down under the wrap of her corset on both sides. She wasn't as well balanced at first as she wanted to be and had to let herself sway to keep from falling all together. Lucky for her MIC had apparently turned it down lower than he intended-- or maybe not. She looked past everyone else toward him and started stepping around and over the people who were trying to get clear of the trouble which meant for unbaracading the doors. She curled her fingers into the bloody edge of her corset with the hand on the arm injured to help keep her shoulder more relaxed and still while she made that b-line for MIC like she had the power to snatch him up and yank him out of his slumber. She didn't but she wanted to and she intended to drag him to the Underside unless someone stopped her, though really she was already asking for a hand.||" Cross, help me move him to my office?"|| Oh she'd do it by herself through the pain without much more than a wince because she was that determined, but having help was always better. Did she care about her boots? No, not really she knew they were going to have to deal with Midway Security as soon as the doors opened but she was hoping to play the Underboss card and implore them to take it up with Lady Lillian OzGud if they had an issue. Maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn't but she wasn't feeling very patient either.||[d]
Black Death Pyke: [I'm going to roll to see if she really fried his brain or not.]
Black Death Pyke: [ 1-10, 1= not fried, just jumbled, 10= brain dead]
OnlineHost: Black Death Pyke rolled 1 10-sided die: 3
Bound but free: ::The Hunter's shout got her attention alright, but with it, the gun's aim and only after she realized it was him did she lower it with a shakey hand and an apologetic look which was somehow convincing despite the blood on her face and in her electric-frizzed hair. Q was genuinely sorry to have potentially compromised the best outcome here, and -in hindsight- realized the hunter was right.:: Sorry! ::She meant it enough to lean over 2nd's blown off head without thinking, in her effort to put the gun on the floor all harmless-like. THIS was why she didn't carry a firearm off-duty. Of course, right now, she was wondering if her COs would let her keep her gun on account of being impressed with her shots. Maybe not. 'Trigger-happy' looks bad on the record. Pointedly not looking at herself, Ia leaned back in a kneel on the deadmans chest not dissimilar to the Hunter's position on MIC. Only, when she realized she was sitting on a man with his head blown off, she yelped hoarsely and jumped off him like a frog that scrambled upright all stiff-like and shaking in effort not to start trying to whipe his death off her and spread his blood around instead. Scuffles were not combat, and this was too close to combat for her liking and already Belmont's 9th could hear her brothers hounding her about safety before one of them asked for the gritty details. That thought made her feel better and she got ahold of her breath but not much else. Yes, little miss Jissy was in shock and standing like a zombie while other patrons sea'd around her and worked to unbarricade the doors; letting the Midway Security get a glimpse, but not get inside so soon. No unless they wanted to trample the poor people. Cross and Niema had time to sneak MIC out of there and save Niema the bribes or threats in an already tense situation... if they hurried.::-d
A Vestige Within: "Cross.." Jai responded to Cain, not letting his gaze linger too long. Now wasn't the time to be asking questions. He could tell that the blonde was shaken up, wasn't the time to be asking her things either. "Damn.. I really wanted some time with you too." He whispered down to the unconscious man and pulled the guns from under his chin to slip them back into their holsters at his hips. "You got it." He responded to Niema and then rose smoothly into a crouch, grabbing the man to drag him off of the ground and over his shoulder. Perhaps he'd come back after he dropped him off to see if he could maybe enjoy the rest of his night. For now, he had no problem carrying the heavy body of the unlucky man who was probably going to be put through some quite unpleasant treatment in the hands of the Underboss. That alone was enough to relax Jai's nerves. He'd let Niema lead the way so they could dispose of this guy and then he could go about his business again. . (D)
Apothic Devil: Papa made it to his feet, no one worried about his hole through his side. Just the way he liked it. He'd of told them to get off anyway. However as security came about he might change his tune. He moved over to the counter getting his spices and unscrewed the middle metal container. Whistlening he'd tosss it to Niema and smirk " Dat will wat da fool up . Now you two get .. and you " He pointed to the blonde, knowing how JSS was. " Ya might wanna follow dem less ya want ta be answerin some questions . I'll taked of de rentables" He turned moving to the doors as the others had just got it open. Papa was normaly reserve. Quiet even. But he could get lively when he had to. As the guards and medics coming in he'd dropp to his knees right infront of them. Holding his would " Ahh heeve mercy .. it was chaos I tell ya. Dem boy playin' some friendly cards when dey start talkin mamas and heat was risin. Den next dang ya know they call each other cheats.. and started shootin de place all sorts of kinds " When Papa had to be distracting his accent came in thick and no one knew what the hell he was talking about " Next tang I know I been shot. Look at dis whole. I didn't ask for no piercin's no how. Help me doc.. help me " As one medic was ready to put the foam filling through his hole . He'd grab the man's wrist dead eye stare at him " You put dat damn poision in me an' I'll gut you " He'd do stitches. But certain modern day medicine was not something he liked in his body. They may question him, they may think he a lunie. Either way...they wouldn't see Jai, Niema MIC or Q, if she went with, going out the back. That was all he cared about. -d-
Black Death Pyke: || A s s i s t a n c e ; whatever there reasons were Nie wasn't going to take it for granted. She bowed her head in thanks to Cross as it's quickness to pick the man up to carry him for her. She also smiled more than she originally intended to but she was losing a bit of blood and had taken a stun shot to the head even if it wasn't full power like Zachariah got. Papa tossed her something and she caught it with her good arm and a brief furrow of her brow. She was familiar with him, had spoken to him a few times but he wasn't in her circle by any means. His indication that Ash could follow got a laugh from Nie who was already leading the way for Jai because she knew damn well the man probably wasn't very light. The blonde wasn't welcome on the Underside in her company, just wasn't happening but Niema held doors for Jai as she took them out through the service exit and into the Station walls where few realized there were stairs ways up and down with locked hatches at each level. They were going down, down to the Underside a different way then the last way she'd taken him in these walls to her office. But it was as quick as you could get, she knew. And if the Hunter was set on going about his business after the drop off, she wasn't going to stop him. She had work to do and a shoulder to at least clean out and bandage.||[d]
Bound but free: ::As if the ringing from the first flashbang hadn't been bad enough, having someone blow their head off while she was on their shoulder hadn't helped. If she hadn't been such a genius with sound, she'd have been virtually deaf. Even so, Cain's force of voice in her direction tore her eyes off Cross and Niema to dart at him in confusion. What was he saying? The Underboss' laugh almost hurt Q, and she was too shocked to stop herself from pouting for a moment before her eyes drew up toward the left in thought that tilted her head in the realization she didn't really WANT to be welcomed among the murderers and monsters of the Underside. Fuck, she shivered just thinking about it and couldn't stop her outward wince before her head shook at Cain and she spoke a little too loudly, not able to properly hear herself.:: I run from my brothers, not my Job... ::Straightening her half-untucked dress shirt with the blood in an obvious blast pattern that favored one side of her. Not trying to stop the lunatic from causing an appropriate distraction, she moved her own body in visual-blocking of that exit when te security came pouring in. Listening and watching as best she could while silently trying to figure out how the fuck she was going to explain this to anyone. If she was going to tell anyone about MIC...This was bad.::-d
Bound but free: ::Q enjoyed sitting in large crowds. She wasn't much of a conversationalist, but there was something unique about glimpsing moments in someone elses history. Afterall, by the time you think of something, put it into a tangible idea or even recognize some feeling attirbuted to 'it', 'it' is already apart of the past. Language is one of few things that never seems to die, not even the dead languages! So, when she heard of the celebrations in Midway, the market party and discount dinning going on in effort to bring back the consumers after the Wingo incident, the Comm Officer took a shuttle from the JSS cruiser she was staying on with one of her brothers while recruitment for the expedition continued. That shuttle was now docked on Midway and Q was forty-five minutes into a very interested journal (not her own) and a splendid Thorngrape cheesecake. It was far better than it sounded, but of course, Q wasn't even looking at her plate. Sitting ramrod straight in the booth by one of the few portholes overlooking the stars beyond the docking bays jutting out overhead and below in the 2nd and 4rth decks. She moved with a synchronized and fluid grace that suggested she timed her bites, or mayve just chewed/enjoyed each one the same length of time before forking off another small bite. Green eyes following her other index finger across the pages she held with that hand. While both the cheesecake and book were worth it, she was here for the eavesdropping and did her fair share of conversation jumping and quiet snickering one might blame on that book without a further thought. Never once adjusting her leather jacket with the custom designs, or the plain white dress shirt she wore under it buttoned all the way to the last which was left undone and breathable. Likewise, her slacks seemed freshly pressed and her boots, though with a notable shine, were well warn and probably outfitted with a sheath or two. Some folks carried extra weapons, Q carried extra wires and circuits. Maybe one knife, you know, as a multi-tool... Blonde hair was left down and partially obscuring her face from the other Patrons though nothing hid the aged wedding band still adorning her left hand as her only peice of jewelry. JSS tags don't count.::-d
A Vestige Within: "No... haven't gotten the mark yet, but I'm close... really close." No need to share too much detail. "Taking you awfully long, Cross, longer than usual." The old hunter across from him stated. Jai simply gave him a crooked look and then grinned. "Maybe I'm just giving him the run around, don't want to make things too easy after all. I've got to give old wolves like you a shot eh? Otherwise what's the fun?" Yeah, he could bullshit with the best of them. In truth the target was already caught, stowed away in a pod out in space. All Jai had to do was go and retrieve him. No need to share that with the old fool. He may be aged but he was still a bounty hunter, he'd jump on a ship and search space until he found that pod. "This wingo meat... damn good, by the way." Jai was glad that he was enjoying. Although not at as good as Mamma's, he thought to himself. He was seated off to one side of the diner where a table had been pushed against the wall with the old hunter across from him. He'd already devoured his burger and sat back with a bottled beer in hand. He was dressed in his usual attire, the leather coat had been slung over the back of his chair so that his twin pistols were in full view (even if the knives were not) tucked into the belt of militaristic cargo pants beneath a blue button up with its sleeves rolled up over his arms. If he noted the blonde he didn't think anything of her. Neither did he know anything was coming their way. "Hear you been seen with the Underboss recently..." Jai stared him down and simply shrugged his shoulders, "I take it where I can get it..." Little did he know.. . (D)
Apothic Devil: The last month had been spent back home in Lotek City. He needed to recharge his nature energy. Working as chef a few months on a ship and never getting leave had him in need of fresh air and what better way than nostalgic air of one's home town. However, the family reunion was over and he was back at Midway, looking for work that might work out best for him. He heard a few rumors of ships about to go out which always got his attention. Traveling. New cities, new people, new customs. He loved to learn about the cultures of At-verse. Right now though, the man known as Papaa Cain was a bit on the hungry side as he had found his way into Mo's and occupied himself a spot at one of their booths. His attire was an interesting mix due to his travels. He wore black army fatigue pants with a pair of black hiking boots. His black and green patterend sarong was a bit shreaded to the point it was not long enough to wrap around and properly tie. Now he had it sewn into his belt to hang in slant only coverhis left leg mostly. Right leg free of it's burden. He had his machette hanging from his right hip and no gun currently on him. White shirt had the sleeves rolled half way up fore arms. Wrist and next decorated in mutliple bracelets and necklaces with beads and charms from his travels. He nodded and smiled as he was served his bowl of soup. He would look at it a moment as he took in it's aroma. It seemed pleasant enough but something was off. Hanging of his left hip was a leather cylinder sheath. Reaching for it he pulled six magnetic metal containers. Twisting the middle he added a sprinkle from it's container before retwisting the top and and reconcting it with it's brothers as he slid them all back in the sheath. " Much better " He said as he took the spoon and began to eat. Appreciating it's taste, and appreciating the home made hot pepper medly he added. If there was anything he missed when traveling, was his pepper garden. -d-
Black Death Pyke: || D e c k 3 ; the Underboss of the Underside of Midway wasn't well known for being on the upper decks and that included the high end of the slum-side which Mo's Diner was located. Dark brown hair was pulled back from her face and twisted into a hair-clip which left the end of it's volume in a limp hang over the edges of the metal clawed mouth. She wore a black buckled corset which cupped over her breasts hiding her cleavage and protecting most of her torso. In a taunt her shoulders were completely exposed in the bronzed and somewhat scarred glory putting curves on the horizon off her neck in a compliment to the lines of her collarbone. Like the center core of her rhythm Niema's narrow waist didn't really seem to move much when she walked but the rest of her did in full primal swagger. Wide hips wrapped tightly in matte black leather, belted and unoccupied by any visible weapons. Her boots were not of the usual flat and flexible variety but heeled, spiked actually in an accented tie in of the metal in her hair and buckled up her corset. They tinged on the floor, the part under the front pad of her feet and toes had a rubber sole which made a whisper of sound and gave increased grip to every stride, it was the spike that counted the cadence of her walk into the Diner toward the front counter-bar where lone souls lined it leaving a few stools between each one. When she claimed one of them nearest the door, she sat fully on it with a slide and crossed her right leg over her left. Her posture remained ram-rod straight but looked natural on her with the way her shoulders sloped in their seemingly relaxed state. Ink-Blot eyes were looking at the waitress handing her a menu but she'd swept them around long enough to see a few familiar faces, some more willing to meet her gaze than others. It was hard to say why she was here, how likely was it she was simply here for the food? Still that was what she seemed focused on, actually taking a moment to consider the selections while she ordered a tea in the mean time and refrained from making any second glances around the room until she'd decided on something that seemed good to her. ||[d]
Bound but free: ::The blonde woman found the hunter's conversation perhaps the most interesting, but as usual, she made no comment and didn't look in their direction until and unless there was a fork clang or something noteworthy (and excusably distracting) to pull an engrossed woman from an interesting book. Each glance helped inventory the visual armory and bodylanguage but it was the spice that tickled her nose which drew her green hues to the dark skinned man doctoring his soup. A curious brow wondered what and why, but she didn't ask, only smiled in a silent thought interrupted by the door. Still holding her place with one finger in the journal, still holding her empty fork in the other suspended alongside her desert plate with her elbow properly off the table, Q turned to look over her shoulder at the scary woman. Scary and beautiful. Wide-eyed and in slight awe, the Linguist momentarily forgot the journal and the pie and made some jumps in her mind that caused her eyes to flicker a quiet confession between the hunters and the woman while she made her way toward the diner's bar. With a glass of milk (she didn't ask what animal) next to her plate, the JSS officer silently set the fork down and traded it for the glass as the woman took a seat and Ia debated if she was done or if she wanted to order something for her brother before she returned to the ship. Having been there nearly an hour, it seemed important not to take up the booth toooo long, being a single person and all. Too selfish to feel guilty, she found herself pointedly ignoring the pop-up questions regarding the spices while drinking her milk because it was just awkward. For all her precision and calm care, Q could never drink milk without the stash and refused to use a straw because of a suggestive comment her husband had made once. Language could be brutal to the psyche sometimes...::-d
Deadmans Heart: :: Zachariah was furthest from the door in a booth with a plate of steak half eaten. There was a cup of water to the left of him and a mug of something else to the right. He had a steak knife supplied by the diner in the center of the table above his plate, and a six-inch hunting knife of his own next to it. The hilt of that knife was carved of bone with a series of small distorted faces. The killer wore the same thing he usually wore. Brown leather pants of his own making loose on his legs and did not contain the tuck of his tunic. The off-white shirt was unlaced and worn under the opened black vest of many pockets. Zachariah was minding his own business but ever aware of the patrons. His ungloved hand smoothed back the stray hair from its tie at the nape of his neck as he forked the next cut of meat and put it in his mouth for a slow savory chew. :: -d-
A Vestige Within: If someone was listening in Jai didn't seem to notice, but perhaps he would've been flattered that she found the conversation so.. interesting? Maybe. Before he could say another thing more Speak of the devil and she shall appear. Heels clicking along the way as she she entered the establishment and moved to the bar in all of her glory. Jai eyed her openly, brown eyes following Niema who seemed content to go about her own business. Jai wasn't planning on interrupting her, not yet at least. He also noted the few others. The unknown man who'd just been delivered his soup was someone he hadn't seen before, but he looked interesting. The bounty hunter sized him up from afar and then glanced in the direction of Zachariah all the way at the back. Interesting group of people gathered here today. Seeing that his associate was a bit distracted, the old man across from him slammed a few coins down upon the table and rose from his seat "Happy Hunting, Cross." A salute to the fellow hunter was given with a gesture of his fingers to his temple and then he leaned back to finish his beer, let's see.. who shall we poke at first. Choices choices... . (D)
Apothic Devil: That spoon was held and his head was kept down. Attentions all given to his food. He did what he could to ignore the world sometmes as he didn't like to glimpse into people's worlds. Though converstations in part were heard here and there while he ate. He sat alone, in the middle of the booth's right bench as his right hand would lower silverware in hand to dip into potatoe soup as he'd lift it up and take a bite. He took his time eating. No need to rush his bites. Somwhere between the middle of his bowl he had a sudden stop. His eyes would look up and moved around the room for a moment. Turning sight back on his bowl his lip curled in the left corner making a displeased look. A shake of his was made, ignoring that of which bothered him. Returning to the yummy bowl of soup. Attempting to further distract himself from the conversation filling the room, he tried to listen only to the foot steps. Listening to their paths as patrons entered and leaved. Staff moved their track. Looping the place as they talked with patrons or moved about in the kitchen. As he neared completion of his soup he pushed it to the center of the table.Leaning back in the booth, he simply gave the faint shake of his head. Ignoring the thoughts in his head, no matter how persistant they were. Trying to ignore that more then people his eyes scanned the room again. Placing faces to foot steps. Cataloguing people, attire, jewelery any and all details as he could only to make him not notice the details he'd been avoiding -d-
Black Death Pyke: || O b s e r v a t i o n ; depending on what it was Cross was detailing about the deviant devil of a woman he might have noticed the buckles appeared to be part of a chain, like she could undo one and undo them all. It was in or under that corset where weapons could have been hidden but from her hips to her ankles her pants and boots hugged her curves like a dark skin which made it obvious there wasn't any knives or guns stashed there. Honestly, the tyrant looked all legs even though the heels only provided an extra three inches, making the five-eight killer contortionist to an eye drinking five-eleven. Her order was a short one and it put a curious look on the waitresses face before she turned from the Underboss. Nie flicked her gaze to the older Hunter making his leave like they might have had old business at some point in time. Spooning her tea around in the cup she turned her head back the other way to look at Jai with the faintest of smiles before she turned it to Zachariah with a curious quirk of her brow. It seemed obvious why Jai was there but why was Zachariah? The man with the bowl of soup consumed before she even got her order looked paranoid to her and was the next one to get the ore direct loop of her eyes. They skipped the blonde and went back to Cross with a "you see this guy" look of amusement on her face. When the waitress returned to her it was with a bowl of what looked like... eggs. They could have been boiled but it was hard to tell just yet. That act pulled her eyes to the woman and the bowl of half a dozen set right beside her tea. Tea she hadn't yet drank. ||[d]
[[Okay, I'm also going to post the entry of the bad-guys next. But I'm going to roll first for guidance on how this plays out. I will forwarn you... they're about to get briefly knocked out. We'll use the dice to help determine who gets hit the hardest and what not. ]]
OnlineHost: Black Death Pyke rolled 5 12-sided dice: 4 6 11 9 5
Black Death Pyke: 5:10 PM STATION TIME- There was no warning, one moment the group of men were walking down the market dressed as Midway Security and then they split, three turned the corner and disappeared into a service entrance that connected to the back of Mo's kitchen. The other two ripped off their fake security patches slyly tossing them in a waste-shoot before approaching the front entry. It was coordinated to say the least, in a blink they came from both directions lobbing what looked like smoke bombs into the diner which almost instantly popped were most certainly NOT smoke bombs, but concussion bombs to knock everyone out as quickly as possible. One of them rolled and busted beside Pappa Cains table hitting him harder than anyone else, while the other remained somewhat center down the isle between the tables and booths. The wave itself would hit the body with a jolt that lined up with the blinding flash and ear popping preasure. It ensured the team ten or fifteen minutes to drag everyone from their seats to be searched on the floor. Any internally hidden weapons or tools (like sewn into clothes or hidden under them/inside the person) weren't likely to be found but all others were being laid on the bar in a line like they wanted to see the invantory. [[In your post, let us know what they put on the counter for your char!]] No one was tied up, believe it or not, the tables were cleared to baricade the exits and the patrons laid in rows beside one another, hands on laid to rest on their chests. It would be the mixed arms of alrutanium mixed projectile bullets and pulse pistols aimed at the lot of them as they came to. Behind them were masked men, all but one who was daringly bold enough to show his face. His gun was also held down almost lazily at his size as he canted his head and watched them, waiting for them to wake up. Niema was kept on the far end, furthest from him like he knew who she was. Zachariah was put in the same row but the opposite end with four NPC patrons between them, likely to be out a while. In the middle of the next group was Q Ash and Pappa Cain side by side with the Bounty Hunter amid a few more lone souls from the counter. Anyone who'd never been hit with one before was likely to be out a while too, but MIC knew some would be waking any moment now. 4th wasn't anywhere to be seen, 3rd was posted at the kitchen entry and 1st and 2nd were flanking their leader in total silence. No one said a word, only the Diner's quiet lulling, get-along music could be heard. Assuming their ears weren't still ringing. [DONE]
Bound but free: ::Belmont's ninth momentarily tapped the toe of her ranchers boots in considering toss between her logical and creative minds as if she were operating foot peddles of consciousness that stopped when the coins-to-the-table made the Comm Officer jumper and dart paranoid eyes in the direction of the sharp sound as if she knew exactly where it had come from. Ash had, of course. It was a momentary distraction that made her linger on the soluting hunter who bid the man adieu when the assult team came in. Hearing them, she noted the cadence of their steps and that preparedness of body that shimmered in her peripheral a little too late. The familiar cliclackity-clack-clack-warbleroll of the flashbangs had the JSS Officer ducking before she even really knew why. Even so, even with her eyes tightly closing and her hands dropping her milk in a shatter of glass overwhelmed and muted by the blast, she was out like a dying star. Only aware she was out after she was out because the blast took her mind away. At least she wasn't exactly blind when she started to come too, half-deaf and with a ringing headache that made focusing difficult. From her, the counter would offer only a utility knife and multi-use tool with a variety of circuits and wires that might concern someone if they weren't so obviously not attached to anything else. For a woman as pristinely dressed as she liked to be, her pockets were descretely filled like someone with an OCD hard-on for electronics. It wasn't much, didn't weigh enough to make her pockets sag or seem less lofty, but she still knew they were missing the moment she woke up and stretched in her skin on the floor beside the scent of spices amid a cool jungle breeze. What?! Green eyes tried to see the men staring down at them and gave up with a turn of her blond head dried with a little blood from face-planting on a shard of the milk-glass when she got KO'd but it wasn't anything serious. The dark-skinned man was beside her and another of the diners on her other side...mummbling in old-Russian:: "What the hell?" -d
Deadmans Heart: :: Zachariah afforded the Hunter a nod of his head when the man looked to him at the back of the diner. He too had spotted Niema among the other faces and shared the thought of how interesting the company was. The blonde with the angry panda jacket looked familiar. He pulled a flash screen from one of many pockets and used his ring finger, left hand, to activate it. The same finger idly swiped across the screen like he was looking through pictures or documents. When the two entries opened he did not know what exactly was about to happen but he knew it was not good. He spit out what he was chewing and broke the flash-screen he'd been looking at. Then his eyes squinted closed and with a pop everything went black. On him they would find and remove his pistol, hatchet, machete and the half dozen knives of all sizes and purposes about his attire. From the pockets of his vest there was a lazer cutter, most used in medical facilities, and grav-knuckles. Made like brass knuckles but with internal tech that could make them impossibly heavy. He heard the high pitched whine drowning the quiet whisper of music first. Then opened his eyes to look at the roof a few blinks before he slowly sat up. Slower yet when he saw the armed men in front of them, the blonde already also sitting up and cursing it sounded like. Everyone who was in the diner appeared to be on the floor. Ocean-deep blues looked to M.I.C. and locked. They were going to pay for this.:: -d-
A Vestige Within: Jai missed little. From the nod that Zach gave him to the way the unknown blonde jumped when his associate left the scene. When the men came in he was too busy looking from Niema to the other man with a small grin at her gesture. The guy looked like a new arrival, the way that he was acting, slightly paranoid, trying not to look at anyone or anything. Just trying to mind his business. Jai was convinced that he should get up and go see what the guy was about (perhaps just to impress the Underboss) until he heard those footsteps. Before he could even react to something hitting the crowd there was that flash. And then darkness. Damn, he'd been enjoying that beer too. His brows scrunched and his closed eyes tightened to try and alleviate the pounding in his head as he slowly came to and opened his eyes. Didn't take him long to realize they'd all been moved to the floor. The men had guns. His were gone. They probably also pulled the knife from his belt as well. One knife. That's all he had left. Tucked down in his boot where they wouldn't have found it unless they went digging. He slowly straightened himself with a groan. "...damnit...feels like my eardrums are hanging out of my head." He noted who was beside him, the unknown man and woman and then peeked over his shoulder for Zach and Niema. Well, this was going to be interesting. If they took his guns.. he wouldn't be a happy hunter. . (D)
Apothic Devil: Papa noted the sight of the man that looked like he was wanting to talk It wasn't too long before the suden metal clangs of flash bombs coming at him and his booth as he simply closed his eyes and mumbled to himself. " I hate when you're right " Talking to... himself? Only Papa knew. There was two problems he had going for him right about now. One was just how close the device going off next to him was. He was going to be in the cloud of smoke before it even got to break free and even find people. Worse was the spices. They could clear your sinuses out. Which meant anything and everything made itself right in. Unconscious. Full on black out KO. Papa hated this. He never knew what would linger in his head when he came too but for now. He layd there in the pile up of people. Not moving. It was going to take him a little more time to recover. The only things on him were that machette, and his leather cylinder pouch. When the grabbed it , whichever did the searching only laughed tossing it back onto Cain's chest. " He has a traveling spice rack.. " Which was true. He had a variiety of spices, plants, even one paste in those magnatic comparments. Though only the pepper mix was for eating. The rest were usually made into or already some form of all natural medicine. Papa laid out cold still. Hello darkness my old friend. -d-
Black Death Pyke: || A t t a c k ; the Underboss had been in too many similar situations not to know what it was as soon as it happened. Even so, she was still human and only managed to hop the counter before the blast went off, minimizing the impact on her but not entirely. And when time came about when she woke, she remained down like she wasn't yet awake, like she might have hit her head on the way down. Keeping her entire body as limp as it would be if she were sleeping, her head cocked off to the side with her mouth slack and almost open. She knew she was on the floor and could feel the people around her and maybe even hear a little better than the others though she continued to pretend to be out cold. And unless they unbuckled her corset to see if they could find any weaponry there, they weren't going to find a single one on her-- unless they counted the metal hair-clip. ||[d]
OnlineHost: Black Death Pyke rolled 5 12-sided dice: 4 9 11 6 8
Black Death Pyke: 5:30 PM STATION TIME: the group was waking and getting acquainted with their new situations. MIC was amused and curious of the assortment of things on the bar from the different patrons, some of the less obvious ones also armed with knives and even a stun-stick which MIC had in his other hand tapping to the music against his thigh. He met Zachariahs eye-contact, listened to the Russian curse words he didn't know and the Hunter groan about his ears. Behind blue goggles the other men also watched but it was impossible to say what they saw exactly, if it was just a means of shielding or tech. They had dug in Jai's boots, every ones who looked like theirs could hold a weapon. Niema's were taken off because they where weapons as far as MIC was concerned, and so was her hair clip. The pouch was tossed on Papa Cain's chest with a chuckle alright but the traveling spice rack was put on the counter too. Too easy for one of them to be poison of some kind. Zachariah didn't have his vest and Q Ash didn't have her jacket. MIC motioned to 2nd over his shoulder, the slightly broader man stepped up and followed the gesture to Papa Cain, speaking in a mechanical voice to Q. "Walk to MIC dollface." He wouldn't bend or move toward the Doc until she moved, his aimed weapon implied if she didn't do it on her own, he'd move her himself. If she obliged he'd grab Papa Cain by the shoulder and spin him to take up both spaces while he was still knocked out, though possibly beginning to wake. The movement probably helped. Looking at Zachariah a moment longer, MIC broke that eye contact and turned on the stun-stick and tossed it in an underhanded float toward Niema. The thing about them was they didn't just get electrified at the end of two prongs, the whole body of it was a conduit for enough voltage to lightly burn exposed skin and seize a man like Zachariah through most clothes and even some armor. MIC had imppecible aim and displayed as much in the toss to land that stun-stick on her abdomen like tossing a live wire into the still half sleeping crowd of people aimed at one in particular. It was hard to say if she was the most dangerous but it was easy to assume MIC was testing things out before he told anyone why they were there. [DONE]
Bound but free: ::It was her hands on her chest that made her realize most-notibly that her angry panda jacket was missing. In the crisp white dress-shirt, the drops of blood and dirt smudges from the floor were all the more apparent. Similarly, her left pant-leg was haphazardly drawn over her boots in whoever's pisspoor attempt to make the evidence of their thorough search less obvious. Or maybe to make it MORE obvious. Q wasn't sure and as much as it pissed her off to think of being touched by anyone but her husband (and even THAT was a stretch these days) it wasn't the first thing she decided to address. No, that was the realization that she was one of the first to wake-up. Maybe it was her JSS training, maybe it was the fact she'd been accidentally (and purposefully) electricuted and KOd more times than she could count. Didn't make her any happier. Ever optimistic, yet rather paranoid, Ash wondered if this was some attempt to hinder the expedition. As if she were underwater, Ia heard the armed man address her and motion to the unmasked man he meant. Her eyes widened slightly in a moments fear and realization, but it passed just as quickly for her Stone-JSS recruit-face. Getting to her feet, she seemed wobbly until that electricly charged stick went floating across her path toward the Underboss. Realistically, she had no business reacting the way she did, but instead of going to MIC, the off-duty JSS Comm Officer and youngest of a legacy of JSS officers leaned and reached out to slap the stick back at the man who threw it, like a Tenri-under-handed return, only her hand was her racket and the resulting charge made her seize up, altering her 'aim' slightly and making it impossible for her to finish stepping her next step which made her tilt and fall in a shivering after-shock of electricity that made her teeth chatter and her pretty hair stand up like an afro momentarily. Bet they hadn't expected THAT.::-d
Bound but free: ((Imna roll to see if it hits))
OnlineHost: Bound but free rolled 1 20-sided die: 6
Bound but free: ((Seems like a grazed hit. play on))
Deadmans Heart: :: The Assassin did not like the look of any of it. He sat still where he was watching the man who was the leader of the others. Spotting the Hunter looking over his shoulder to see them but did not actually look at him back. Niema appeared to still be out but some how Zachariah doubted that, he had seen her leap the counter. He was slow to rest his palms on his thighs with his legs out in front of him. Gaze keeping the view of the room while never leaving MIC. He heard the electric buzz as the stun-stick was turned on and felt his heart thump in his chest in revolt of his calm. Zachariah was shocked to see the blonde woman reach out to swat the stun-stick like she was playing racket ball. Oh, he liked her. Zachariah was smiling even though she went down in a convulsion because the stun-stick was aimed right back at MIC with less of a tossed trajectory. He kept his eyes ahead but monitored Niema and the others to see how the moment ended. Not interfering physically yet.:: -d-
A Vestige Within: They certainly didn't seem interested in him. Jai knew a Jissy when he saw one and the moment he saw that blonde reach out to swat that stick, he blinked as she took the shock and the stick was batted back to the man who tossed it. Fiesty.. but stupid. Meanwhile, he was just realizing that ALL of his weapons had been taken. Excellent. But he was patient enough to bide his time and see where this went, although he was always ready if someone made a move. In the meantime, since they weren't really paying attention to him to begin with, he nonchalantly gave Cain's leg a nudge with his own, narrowing an eye. The man was still breathing. They'd probably need him if they were going to get out of this. Last time Jai tried to be a hero? It had ended up with him darted and on the ground passed out. Would this be similar? "Hey, if you all don't mind, I got business that needs doing so if you would speed this up and get what-ever you came here for, that'd be mighty helpful." Just a suggestion. Jai and his big mouth.. he could only stay quiet for so long. . (D)
Apothic Devil: The world of darkness he currently was in was not a world he enjoyed visiting unless he was in control of such a visit. In this state the spirits.. the voices.. the invisibles. They swormed his thoughts like piranah, no longer docile lil gold fish looking to maybe be noticed. The man hand grabbed him ,and turned him just as the blonde woman instead was playing a bit of hero. Between her falling down and across Papa, Jai's nudging, and the man holding his shoulder he came snapping to reality. Eyes snapped open and the green glow filled in through the hazey greys of his eyes. His hand snapped with a quickness to grab the man's hand. Nothing else. Not tugging no pulling, no fighting the man just a grab. A startled, what's on me grab as right now, all he saw was spinning lights and the on man over him appeared to be a spiral of a dozen men, slowly trying to form it's way into one. -d-
Black Death Pyke: || D e a d - t o - t h e - w o r l d ; as long as she could if she could help it. Niema had to use a lot of her self control to remain as limp as she was on the floor like she was still knocked out cold. She didn't know for sure that stun-stick was meant for her but she heard it make impact before the woman dropped and it grazed someone else. She could hear their movements but had to think of herself inside some imaginary box outside all of that in order to help keep her from instinctually reacting to everything that happened. In an effort to sell the fact she had been knocked out, even though she was very awake and very aware and whether any of them thought she was or not, plotting a way out of this that largely involved going over her visual memory of the scene and mentally marking all the ways to kill every last one of them. || [d]
OnlineHost: Black Death Pyke rolled 5 12-sided dice: 9 9 2 5 8
Black Death Pyke: 5:33 PM STATION TIME: the stun-stick was swatted back at MIC with still impressive accuracy considering the shock on impact. I seized him when it skimmed off his shoulder but he never fell, like maybe his suit had some resistance to the electric current. He growled a little but let it hit the floor and buzz there like an exposed transformer on the ground. Q twitched over Papa Cain when she came down and 2nd, who'd been moving the old black man tried to jerk out of the way, got grabbed instead. He twisted his hand free in a forceful and brisk move back nearer to Niema and Zachariah as Cross was letting his impatience be known. MIC grit his teeth briefly and relaxed them as he arched his brows on that almost sad looking face. "Have business do you?" And as if he had no line of logic at all he lifted his pulse pistol in the air and squeezed a round into Zachariahs chest. Lucky for the large man it wasn't set to kill, only stun, he'd be out a few minutes. "What sort of business?" His free hand turning the dial on the gun before aiming it at Niema. "Be honest with me or I'll kill the filth." Would he really?! The man looked serious and not nearly as crazy as he sounded or was otherwise acting. His free hand then gestured to 2nd who was near the killer, motioning him to Q who lay over Papa; as if his order for her to be laid or stood before him remained and wouldn't be detered by the events unfolding. MIC watched the Hunter openly and 1st, over his shoulder still, appeared to be watching everyone. As the other people were waking they were eager to keep their heads down most of them though a few risked sitting and looking around. 3rd near the kitchen entry likewise seemed to keep a very broad observation, like those blue goggle eyes weren't watching anyone, but everyone. [DONE]
Bound but free: ::Ia Q Ash was a very good Tenri-player. Of course, most rackets and balls didn't have any voltage running through them, let alone THAT much. Likely to get ahold of the security footage later (if there was any), Q might have a laugh at the way her body danced mid-air if she didn't inwardly wince at the idiocy of her reaction. Did she think the Underboss cared? Her bodysuit was probably better suited for an impact anyway, like the unmasked man whom she could tell wasn't bothered by the brush-contact with the stun-gun he left laying on the floor where it landed. Unlike her. If you've ever been electrocuted like that, you know getting your movement back is like the most hellish pins and needles ever, and a fight for response. Ia could see the 2nd coming for her, she could feel the pressure of the man she landed on not being the floor, but her senses were stunned twice over in a matter of half an hour and Wordy wasn't getting a single one out; not in ANY language. Wait, sign-language to the rescue with the power of glaring green eyes. Her right hand managed to pull her middle finger from the convulsive fist to flick him off before he reached for her. Unable to stop him, Q would get hoisted and dragged whether she liked it or not, twitch or two -she hoped- disturbing some part of him. If she had been hesitant to be stood before MIC before, seeing him shoot the Giant and threaten to outright kill the Underboss (like he didn't give a shit) if the hunter didn't speak truthfully, Office Ash was trembling a little because of fear and not just the electricity before she could control her own movements or actually hear the words being said and not just deciphering them.::-d
A Vestige Within: Jai glanced at the dark man as he grabbed one of their arms in shock from his awakening and then peeked up at the man in charge. Asking what was his business? Damn, he would've answered. Didn't have to go shooting people in the chest. His eyes followed Zach's fall calmly. Stunned but not dead and then glanced at Niema as the gun was aimed at her. He huffed lightly and looked back to him with a small grin. "I would've told you without the threats... no need for them." This guy wasn't leaving here alive anyways if he or Zach or Niema had any say in it. "Bounty hunt. I'm a hunter. Must not be as popular as I thought if you don't recognize me. Still searching for the man though, slippery one he is." He shifted his eyes to the blonde as she was placed before the man in charge and just leaned back slightly, looking quite relaxed, although he was hyper aware of the man over his shoulder and just biding his time before he could make a move to get his weapon and drop the rest of them. But hell he was curious, he wanted to see what this was all about first. . (D)
Apothic Devil: His hand was not so easily removed at this point. Oh no not at all. The startled hold was a tight one which lead to 2nd punching Papa across his jaw to get him to release his hand. Head turned and layed that way for a brief moment as Q was taken again. The room was moving around still. Nothing coming into view. Slowly, Cain sat up now, slowly closing his eyes and shaking his head. Finger tips pressed to the floor as he concentrated. Letting vibrations tell him more then his eyes could. He felt 2nd and Q walking as he felt the thud of a body on the ground.. Eyes slowly opened revealing thise glowing eyes again. Not so bright now. Starting to fade out back to his natural grey color as he turned his head towards voices. The vacant look in his eyes would tell MIC if he was observant enough, Papa wasn't all there just yet. Practically blind still, at least as far as vision went. Trying to use his other senses right now to make up for the lack of one. -d-
Black Death Pyke: || F i l t h ? ! ; who the fuck was that halfsack talking about? Nie refused to react externally but knew the fight against her heart rate was a losing battle as she heard another body thud-- though different and in the same row she was in. She knew she was barefoot which meant they'd seen her shoes as weapons but why didn't it sound like anyone was tied up? She of all people-- maybe Zachariah too, should have been tied up. Killing was in their blood like DNA; it was weird to her no one sounded tied up but she was relieved, calmed even to hear Jai speaking with MIC even if it seemed an almost hostile conversation. Was stunning the big-guy really necessary? It didn't matter at this point did it? She was grateful for the interference though Cross said he'd have answered anyway and she had to fight not to smile at his commentary of them not knowing who he was. It was a great point, one she added to the notes she was making while she all but played dead. Way easier said than done; ever tried to lay completely limp on the floor? She sure made it look easy though, not so much as a twitch as she waited and prayed for that moment where everything turned around. It would come right? Had to! ||[d]
OnlineHost: Black Death Pyke rolled 5 12-sided dice: 4 12 1 7 11
Black Death Pyke: 5:38 PM STATION TIME: the almost sad looking leader let his brows settle in that brooding fashion as he looked at the Hunter telling him he needn't shoot the Assassin for the information. Prodding at his knowledge of the locals around here which made it clear if it hadn't been before, Jai shouldn't have been so overlooked. "A bounty. " MIC repeated in a monotone gravely voice. He held his hand up to stop 2nd from setting Q down when he dragged her away from the others and when he spoke it was to him. "Take her to 4th. 3rd, collect Niema." He dialed down the gun with an almost careless motion and aimed the shot under Niema's chin like he wanted to be sure her head was out of it for a moment. His next aim was on Papa Cain but again MIC's eyes were on Cross. "This bounty of yours. I think you have him already and if you don't. You should get him soon, or bad things will happen." He kept his voice so flat it almost seemed like he couldn't change the pitch of his voice, though they knew that wasn't true. "You understand Jai Theron Cross?" A brow lifted high in question like his answer would stop or cause him to shoot the Doc next. While 2nd was tossing Q over his shoulder with an arm around her legs, 3rd moved past Zachariah toward Niema to collect her presumably unconsious body as he'd been told by his commander. His rifle slung to his back in trade for a pistol which was easier to hold onto and control close up. 2nd had similar conserns but it was the stun-stick he bent and leaned to pick up from the ground. [DONE]
Bound but free: ::Halfway to MIC, Q could feel herself again and those twitchy fingers were tests of her responses in mimic of her earlier twitching. By the time 2nd got her to MIC and started to lower her to he floor (like Niema, she was playing unresponsive) and miraculously did nothing more than an eye-widened and soft gasp of reply to MICs command to stop 2nd from putting her down and outright shooting the Underboss. Who the fuck were these people?! Trying to pretend this was a game with her brothers, the five-four and buck-twenty Linguist let herself be manhandled over the man's shoulder like a rag-doll that only oomphed uncomfortably and made no effort to steady herself or grab ahold of him when she folded over his back. The scent of his uniform assulting her singed senses and the hum of the stunstick getting closer as he leaned to pick it up. It was the only time his thigh was closer to his torso, the only time his sidearm was closer to her hand and the lean of his body to balance her weight while he reached for it giving her the only opportunity she could calculate in that moment and she went for it; his pistol which didn't have DNA access since he was wearing gloves and THAT meant there was a CHANCE she could fire it.
Bound but free:((Rolling for the grab-
OnlineHost: Bound but free rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
Bound but free: -9 is KO on 2nd so that's a successful grab -continues and keeps it brief, sorries!))
Bound but free: As soon as she got it in her hand, Ash lifted the pistol and eyed for a safety (presuming it might be off under the circimstances but not taking a chance) while she brought it up to aim at MIC's face. That's right, the man giving orders was her target and she let her breath go in the awkward back-lift to get her torso up and hoped to the Gods 2nd didn't fuck up her shot and not a damned witty thing to add::-d
OnlineHost: Bound but free rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
Bound but free: ((KO shot, say it was set to stun and she didn't know to set it to kill: playon!))
A Vestige Within: Well he shot Niema anyway. Not his fault though. This man was showing his bluff though, stunning people instead of killing them. Sure it was wise, but it showed hesitance regardless. Oh look.. he knew his name. Jai's eyes narrowed. Who was this? A rival bounty hunting group? These were the moments when he wished he had a bounty squad of his own, but he was too stubborn for that. "I understand perfectly..." Bitch. Well aware that he was aiming at the doc who was still gaining his consciousness. He better hurry up! He was going to leave it at that, actually he was waiting for the man in charge to shoot the guy anyways when a flash of movement caught his eye and instinct kicked in the moment he saw the blonde grab a gun and shoot the man in charge right in the face. Jai threw himself backwards from his seated position and rolled, knowing that 1st's attention would be momentarily distracted by his boss getting dropped, his legs were kicked into the other man's in an attempt to knock him over so that Jai could snatch his gun and use the bastard as a meat shield. (rolling)
OnlineHost: A Vestige Within rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
A Vestige Within: Maybe his reflexes were a bit off, maybe it was the couple of drinks, either way the maneuver didn't go as planned and he was scrambling to regroup by the nearest cover before he could be stopped first. . (D)
Apothic Devil: Slowly the room began to come together .Everything was coming together as he saw distances of every one. Shaking his head a second just before that shot was done. It went right for MIC and landed nicely. Taking him down and out for the moment. He too was thinking like Cross about the distraction of 1. MIC's body between Papa and 1, watching as attention of 1 followed the fall of their ringleader left Papa ( Dice God's so help me) taking the quickest action he could think of. Running at 1 before he took the time to react. Scrambling to his feet, He now ran at full speed. By the time eyes came from the falling body, to the rising of Papa, he would already be closing the gap between himself and the 1st lackey. A full on sprint as he tried to do a shoulder charging tackle in to the man ...(rolling )
OnlineHost: Apothic Devil rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
Apothic Devil: And the God's answer. Arms wrapped around the arms of 1 preventing him from raising a weapon as he takckled the man directly into the wall, head first and knocking him straight out. And with 5th Element on Chris Tucker connection straight to mind ..Daaammnn however Papa words weren't exactly so. Looking down to the body he only grind as he said " Who go night night now ? " Quickly he reached for the gun only to point it now towards the sound of 3 coming from the kitchen -d-
Black Death Pyke: [Rolling to see if her adrenaline is enough to wake up before 3rd gets there.]
OnlineHost: Black Death Pyke rolled 1 20-sided die: 3
Black Death Pyke: || S t u n n e d ; the fact he aimed for her exposed skin would make her think he knew she tended to armor herself against pulse weaponry. Stunned was better than dead but for as relaxed as she looked Niema was amped full of adrenaline ready to kill every one of them just for knocking her own in the first place. The shot knocked her head back exposing her neck more and successfully blacked her out again. Oblivious to what happened in those next few moments as Q made a move for 2nd's gun and shot MIC putting him on the ground before 3rd even got to her truly-- not just pretend anymore, limp body. 3rd watched as Cain bolted up in a charge toward 1st but would follow his orders and sling Niema's body over his shoulder as 2nd had but without any bending for a stun-stick. Fool!
Black Death Pyke: [Rolling to see if she can wake and take lethal action.]
OnlineHost: Black Death Pyke rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
Black Death Pyke: Niema didn't feel the world around her again until she was on 3rd's shoulder like a rag doll with a tint of blood in her mouth and that familar and hated throb of a head shot with a pulse pistol. Yeah wasn't the first time, she was the Underboss! She felt him stiffen when he realized 1st was taken down by Cain and that the old man's attention and newly aquired gun was being swung his way. Nie took advantage and just elbowed the nape of his neck with as much strength as she could muster-- which was a lot less than she felt like she was putting into it to be honest. Still, it was enough to shock his entire body and black out his mind, dropping them both to the ground like a sack of potatoes because Nie didn't completely have the cordination and strength enough to land gracefully. Couldn't be smooth as water all the time. Maybe it was better that way, have live targets she could torture information out of. It was one of her gifts.||[d] --
Black Death Pyke: [And I'm changing the roll to 2 dice since there are only two men of the team left conscious.]
OnlineHost: Black Death Pyke rolled 2 12-sided dice: 4 12
Black Death Pyke: 5:44 PM STATION TIME: it seemed like everything was going to hell in a hurry! MIC was down with a stun to the face, 1st was down with a head-to-wall tackle from Papa Cain and 3rd was down with an elbow to the back of the neck. It wasn't looking very good for the hostage takers or their twisted nonsensical agendas. If they thought that 4th was just keeping an eye on the rear entrance they were wrong. The entire kitchen stafff was culled from the back while they were busy in the diner. Taken in the thirty or so minutes the whole event had thus transpired, he was back though and well aware of what was going on. According to plan? The people would shudder to know what this was all about! But 4th was determined to make sure that didn't happen and he kicked open the kitchen doors but didn't step out of them to make his shot for the man under Niema, 3rd--- shooting him through Niema's shoulder with a projectile bullet that made a bloody and perhaps unexpected mess on the floor. At the same time, 2nd was reacting in full to having his pistol taken by Q whom he swung the but of his rifle toward as he took aim at 1st, shooting through Papa Cain in the same fashion of blatant execution with deregard of bodily injury of the man and woman in front of their targets. 4th was turning his gun to his own head which was mirrored by 2nd on the other side of the room with full intent to kill themselves and leave MIC to fend for himself against the group, if he wasn't waking already. [DONE]
Bound but free: ::Her glee at hitting her mark was momentary, partly because 2 was shifting to shoot 1, and partly because she saw 3 drop under the Underboss' attack before getting shot too! What the [Russian: FUCK] was going on here?! Even though her next shot was turning into the small of the spine of 2nd, the blonde woman didn't get a chance to be the shooter in his case, as he blew his own head off and splattered her in his brains and skull fragments AND tipping them over in a freefall that would have had the dead 2nd on top if she wasn't used to squirming her way out from the bottom. Eight brothers will teach a girl that while strength isn't everything, you better have some and know how to use it. Jerking hard and throwing her body in a twirl as they fell, she rode the deadman to the floor on his chest, hearing the other shot of 4th taking his life too, and in-the-moment turning her firearm again on MIC, not caring if he was dead, but most definitely wanting him down if he was showing any signs of waking, she tried to shoot him again with 2nds pistol, fluttering her lashes not for any flirty moment, but to flick the blood and bits from her eyes so she could see. Maybe she should schedule more range time, some part of her felt better already.::-d
OnlineHost: Bound but free rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
Bound but free: ((almost killed him, but KOd- playon! ----also, feel free to stop 4th from killing himself, she only heard the shot, didn't have to make it to his head...))
A Vestige Within: "NO!" Jai yelled but it was already too late when he saw the blonde aiming to shoot MIC in the head again. It was all havoc now, but somehow he'd gotten through this unscathed. Couldn't say the same for the others. Zach was knocked out, Niema and the unknown man who had tackled 1st had been shot through but the ones with them killed. And then the other two were taking their lives. Jai made no move to stop them from doing so. They wanted to shoot themselves in the head. Let them. But not the head bastard. Luckily the blonde just knocked him out again. "Damnit woman... now we have to wait for him to wake up again." He immediately rose and moved to the counter to grab his knives and his pistols, keeping them drawn as he moved back to the downed boss and Jai kicked whatever weapons he had away while helping himself to a seat on the man's chest. "Don't know if I have the patience to wait..." He pressed both of those pistols underneath his jaw and clenched his teeth. Yeah, she was a Jissy, but she'd tried to shoot him herself. "You alright over there, Boss Lady? and you.. uh.. didn't catch your name." The last in reference to Papa Cain. . (D)
Apothic Devil: Papa had just turned around his gun up and on 3rd when 2nd shot him through the side. One was practically sitting and against the wall after Papa knocked him out, making that bullet go into his head. About to go for 2nd as he watched him take his life, papa took a few steps forward to catch 4th raising gun to his head. Quickly, Papa would once lift his right arm as left hand held his left side as it bled. Teeth clenched as he pulled trigger trying to stop 4 in the act of it all. Aiming for the shoulder in hopes to keep him from killing himself. (roll)
OnlineHost: Apothic Devil rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
Apothic Devil: Well it was hard to keep attention going when you got a bullet wound and trying not to kill. Dropping to his knees as 4 took his life. He looked to Cross . Deep breath as he held back signs of pain the best that he could. " Just.. green " He said . Turning the faded grey eyes over to Jai , and adding to the question. " Cain. " -d-
Black Death Pyke: || S h o t ; it had been a while since she'd been hit by a projectile like that and with her shoulders exposed there was no armor to stop it from going clean through and hitting it's mark under her. Niema rolled on her back with an irritated throaty growl that was more vibration than sound and over almost as quick as it'd begun. She panted a few quick breath and listened to everything settle just before Jai was asking if she was alright. ||"Missed all the vital stuff."|| Was her answer and it was laced in annoyed pain as she got to her stocking feet realizing she'd forgot they'd taken them until then as blood pulsed in a thin stream out of her shoulder and down under the wrap of her corset on both sides. She wasn't as well balanced at first as she wanted to be and had to let herself sway to keep from falling all together. Lucky for her MIC had apparently turned it down lower than he intended-- or maybe not. She looked past everyone else toward him and started stepping around and over the people who were trying to get clear of the trouble which meant for unbaracading the doors. She curled her fingers into the bloody edge of her corset with the hand on the arm injured to help keep her shoulder more relaxed and still while she made that b-line for MIC like she had the power to snatch him up and yank him out of his slumber. She didn't but she wanted to and she intended to drag him to the Underside unless someone stopped her, though really she was already asking for a hand.||" Cross, help me move him to my office?"|| Oh she'd do it by herself through the pain without much more than a wince because she was that determined, but having help was always better. Did she care about her boots? No, not really she knew they were going to have to deal with Midway Security as soon as the doors opened but she was hoping to play the Underboss card and implore them to take it up with Lady Lillian OzGud if they had an issue. Maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn't but she wasn't feeling very patient either.||[d]
Black Death Pyke: [I'm going to roll to see if she really fried his brain or not.]
Black Death Pyke: [ 1-10, 1= not fried, just jumbled, 10= brain dead]
OnlineHost: Black Death Pyke rolled 1 10-sided die: 3
Bound but free: ::The Hunter's shout got her attention alright, but with it, the gun's aim and only after she realized it was him did she lower it with a shakey hand and an apologetic look which was somehow convincing despite the blood on her face and in her electric-frizzed hair. Q was genuinely sorry to have potentially compromised the best outcome here, and -in hindsight- realized the hunter was right.:: Sorry! ::She meant it enough to lean over 2nd's blown off head without thinking, in her effort to put the gun on the floor all harmless-like. THIS was why she didn't carry a firearm off-duty. Of course, right now, she was wondering if her COs would let her keep her gun on account of being impressed with her shots. Maybe not. 'Trigger-happy' looks bad on the record. Pointedly not looking at herself, Ia leaned back in a kneel on the deadmans chest not dissimilar to the Hunter's position on MIC. Only, when she realized she was sitting on a man with his head blown off, she yelped hoarsely and jumped off him like a frog that scrambled upright all stiff-like and shaking in effort not to start trying to whipe his death off her and spread his blood around instead. Scuffles were not combat, and this was too close to combat for her liking and already Belmont's 9th could hear her brothers hounding her about safety before one of them asked for the gritty details. That thought made her feel better and she got ahold of her breath but not much else. Yes, little miss Jissy was in shock and standing like a zombie while other patrons sea'd around her and worked to unbarricade the doors; letting the Midway Security get a glimpse, but not get inside so soon. No unless they wanted to trample the poor people. Cross and Niema had time to sneak MIC out of there and save Niema the bribes or threats in an already tense situation... if they hurried.::-d
A Vestige Within: "Cross.." Jai responded to Cain, not letting his gaze linger too long. Now wasn't the time to be asking questions. He could tell that the blonde was shaken up, wasn't the time to be asking her things either. "Damn.. I really wanted some time with you too." He whispered down to the unconscious man and pulled the guns from under his chin to slip them back into their holsters at his hips. "You got it." He responded to Niema and then rose smoothly into a crouch, grabbing the man to drag him off of the ground and over his shoulder. Perhaps he'd come back after he dropped him off to see if he could maybe enjoy the rest of his night. For now, he had no problem carrying the heavy body of the unlucky man who was probably going to be put through some quite unpleasant treatment in the hands of the Underboss. That alone was enough to relax Jai's nerves. He'd let Niema lead the way so they could dispose of this guy and then he could go about his business again. . (D)
Apothic Devil: Papa made it to his feet, no one worried about his hole through his side. Just the way he liked it. He'd of told them to get off anyway. However as security came about he might change his tune. He moved over to the counter getting his spices and unscrewed the middle metal container. Whistlening he'd tosss it to Niema and smirk " Dat will wat da fool up . Now you two get .. and you " He pointed to the blonde, knowing how JSS was. " Ya might wanna follow dem less ya want ta be answerin some questions . I'll taked of de rentables" He turned moving to the doors as the others had just got it open. Papa was normaly reserve. Quiet even. But he could get lively when he had to. As the guards and medics coming in he'd dropp to his knees right infront of them. Holding his would " Ahh heeve mercy .. it was chaos I tell ya. Dem boy playin' some friendly cards when dey start talkin mamas and heat was risin. Den next dang ya know they call each other cheats.. and started shootin de place all sorts of kinds " When Papa had to be distracting his accent came in thick and no one knew what the hell he was talking about " Next tang I know I been shot. Look at dis whole. I didn't ask for no piercin's no how. Help me doc.. help me " As one medic was ready to put the foam filling through his hole . He'd grab the man's wrist dead eye stare at him " You put dat damn poision in me an' I'll gut you " He'd do stitches. But certain modern day medicine was not something he liked in his body. They may question him, they may think he a lunie. Either way...they wouldn't see Jai, Niema MIC or Q, if she went with, going out the back. That was all he cared about. -d-
Black Death Pyke: || A s s i s t a n c e ; whatever there reasons were Nie wasn't going to take it for granted. She bowed her head in thanks to Cross as it's quickness to pick the man up to carry him for her. She also smiled more than she originally intended to but she was losing a bit of blood and had taken a stun shot to the head even if it wasn't full power like Zachariah got. Papa tossed her something and she caught it with her good arm and a brief furrow of her brow. She was familiar with him, had spoken to him a few times but he wasn't in her circle by any means. His indication that Ash could follow got a laugh from Nie who was already leading the way for Jai because she knew damn well the man probably wasn't very light. The blonde wasn't welcome on the Underside in her company, just wasn't happening but Niema held doors for Jai as she took them out through the service exit and into the Station walls where few realized there were stairs ways up and down with locked hatches at each level. They were going down, down to the Underside a different way then the last way she'd taken him in these walls to her office. But it was as quick as you could get, she knew. And if the Hunter was set on going about his business after the drop off, she wasn't going to stop him. She had work to do and a shoulder to at least clean out and bandage.||[d]
Bound but free: ::As if the ringing from the first flashbang hadn't been bad enough, having someone blow their head off while she was on their shoulder hadn't helped. If she hadn't been such a genius with sound, she'd have been virtually deaf. Even so, Cain's force of voice in her direction tore her eyes off Cross and Niema to dart at him in confusion. What was he saying? The Underboss' laugh almost hurt Q, and she was too shocked to stop herself from pouting for a moment before her eyes drew up toward the left in thought that tilted her head in the realization she didn't really WANT to be welcomed among the murderers and monsters of the Underside. Fuck, she shivered just thinking about it and couldn't stop her outward wince before her head shook at Cain and she spoke a little too loudly, not able to properly hear herself.:: I run from my brothers, not my Job... ::Straightening her half-untucked dress shirt with the blood in an obvious blast pattern that favored one side of her. Not trying to stop the lunatic from causing an appropriate distraction, she moved her own body in visual-blocking of that exit when te security came pouring in. Listening and watching as best she could while silently trying to figure out how the fuck she was going to explain this to anyone. If she was going to tell anyone about MIC...This was bad.::-d
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