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Post by Warudo on Oct 17, 2018 3:30:21 GMT
"Huh?" Enver froze up a little when she asked that, the painful situation that he was now being hit by hitting him like a truck. So Lars did tell her, and not in a way he could simply talk away either. He had been determined to make sure the rebels NEVER found out about his past, having gone so far as to fabricate a fake, if simple history when he first joined. But now Roxy, a person he wasn't confident could hold on to such a horrible and crucial secret, knew about it.
His life was over if this got out. He'd be an enemy of the rebels AND the UN, he'd have nowhere to go. The only way he could get out of this was to kill Roxy and blame it on the Living Weapons, and he'd probably have to kill these other two guys too. The others would probably believe it, seeing as Pisa and Roxy were both new to this, and he could just not mention Corey. And if the Living Weapons brought up the possibility that HE did it, he could just say they're trying to sow discord. Yeah, that'd have to be-
Enver's dark expression, which had built up over the span of that second, was dispelled when Corey spoke up. His flatly worried expression returned as he turned around just in time to see the man collapse.
That made him snap out of it, getting him out of his spiraling inner panic. He did NOT have to do that, and he shouldn't under ANY circumstance. His survival wasn't that important. He let out a raspy sigh and turned back around, trying to think of what to say. He finally spoke up with a quiet tone, one he hoped Pisa wouldn't be able to hear. But who knew what she could hear with Little Lies. "Roxy... that day, a terrible guy died." He said, being a little ambiguous, but the quiet tone felt more emotional than normal, dispelling any doubt that he did in fact do it.
"He was a coward, a murderer, and responsible for many other terrible things. Many people were happy when he died." He said, seemingly digging a deeper hole for himself. "But I wasn't. What he did is all I can think about sometimes. That's why I'm here, that's why I risk life and limb, safety and security, everything, for this movement." He continued looking around as his shoulder's began to hunch a little. Feeling all of this shame come up was painful, but he had to finish it. "One day, I hope I can bury the mistake that was that man. And in the process, make the world better than what he had helped turn it into." At this point his tone didn't sound as repentant, instead it sounded composed, resolved even.
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Post by ToledoJones on Oct 17, 2018 4:41:34 GMT
His knife had snapped like a toothpick under the strain of the Touch's bad breath, but that wasn't really what mattered. Those knives were a distraction and they had played their part - just another loss among his troops. Alo's battles did generally see a lot of losses in terms of resources and manpower, but that's what he got for playing style over efficiency.
The Pomp's plan went off without a hitch, until they received an unwelcome intruder on their little game. Alo had momentarily forgotten the others and even where he was: too focused on his prey to care. He paid for this, taking a stray drill to his upper arm. Grunting, Alo took a knife to his arm and began to pry the drill. "Fuck off - ugh - this is a private party - argh - wait, where is Bubblegum?"
Alo ducked and tried to avoid Galatine's claws and drills, sidling closer to the Touch. For a moment, Alo looked just as beastial as the Touch had with the knife in his mouth managing to almost equal the wild look without snapping metal in half or bleeding from the gums. "This is so disappointing," Alo hummed as he looked down at his capture. "I had hoped our reunion would be more personal, that I'd take more time with this."
His smile faltered, "I don't wanna die in such a dingy place, surrounded by gross monsters. Bubblegum probably doesn't want to either." The delinquent sighed, he had Gilles to think about as well. "An explosion has a certain amount of style to it, but, no, I can't just let you go without taking something from you. But what do you have that could be as good as my pomp?"
"Nothing." Alo grinned. "But I could settle for taking some of those lovely chompers." In the midst of all the chaos, Alo stood up to level a kick at the Touch's teeth - hoping to knock out a few before he set his enemy free.
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Post by PSIchotic on Oct 17, 2018 19:41:03 GMT
Corey’s eyes slowly flitted back, the left one visible through his broken aviators. ‘Huh, that’s weird. It isn’t bright. Well, I’m not complaining.’ Slowly, feeling returned to the young man. And as such, he began to gag. What was going on? And now, his vision cleared. Wait, that was the girl from earlier. ‘What’s she doing?’ And then it clicked. The throbbing pain in his chest. Her face in front of his eyes, and the stream of air current down his throat. She was attempting to give him CPR. That, or she was trying to kill him. He patted her shoulder rapidly, but softly, like a wrestler tapping out. Her pressing on his chest was causing more and more blood to seep from his wounds, likely bleeding through his shirt and onto the girl’s hands. He needed all the blood he had.
“Miss, I can take it from here. Th-“ Corey panted, composing himself before continuing.
“Thanks. Stone Sour, return to me.” As his golem strolled over to him, Corey looked to Pisa with bright eyes and a smile. He was truly thankful for her attempt to help him, and very happy to see she was okay.
“I can’t thank...you enough. Your name? Mine’s Corey...”
Corey would have asked the others for their names as well, but it seemed they were having a conversation. Stone Sour was still on his way to Corey. The pilot himself was clearly in incredible pain, but didn’t seem to be all too bothered by it, at least to the extent he should be. He was either used to it, or his joy overcame it. Corey couldn’t feel his arm. Olgun had broken it, crushed it. He’d lost his gun, his clothes were ruined, and he was actively bleeding out. But, like the optimist he was, he saw the bright side. They were alive. He’d protected them to the best of his ability. That made him content.
“Remind me... to teach you CPR one of these days...”
By this point, the golem had made it to Corey. It looked at him blankly, running on self preservation.
“Up.”
The Golem lifted Corey up, who scrambled to get a grip around what appeared to be the stand’s neck, keeping a foothold in the crevices of its back.
“Okay...now guard the girl in the pizza shirt...”
Corey cracked a smile, his teeth covered in crusted blood.
“He’ll follow you now, and me with him....Don’t have to worry about moving me now.”
Corey desperately wanted to close his eyes and sleep, but he knew he wouldn’t wake up. He had more people to protect. Slowly, the blood soaking his shirt began to drip down Stone Sour’s back, staining the glass.
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Post by RockyRaccoon on Oct 18, 2018 2:29:14 GMT
Steve blinked curiously for a few seconds as he stared back at Silverback in disbelief “No, I’m a mechanic but I’m not actually a hacker or anything like that…Although Giorgio might know what to do if he were he-“ COUNTDOWN INITIATED. Steve’s words were suddenly cut off as the alarming sounds of a self destruct sequence activating were heard loudly in the air. “R-Right! We gotta get outta here! Kyle get in here!” “B-But that mech was only made for one person!” “Shut up and get in here!”Metal arms sprouted from Anji and they quickly caught Kyle within its grasp before it tossed him inside the mech along with his uncle. Anji then grabbed a hold of Silverback and tossed him inside as well. Anji then lifted itself off the ground and sped right off, as Steve and the others flew away from the area they then attempted to search for any other members of the group that they could possibly help out.
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Post by dad on Oct 19, 2018 20:38:03 GMT
Gilles shivered upon seeing Alo and The Touch duke it out. The day had been far too hectic: He had to deal with a homophobe, a robotic hand of doom and some lady that was barely even human. Needless to say he had never expected to be facing so many powerful foes at once. While he was glad that Alo was shielding him by luring away the chunk of meat that was his clone, Gilles was sure that Alo would eventually lose. The Touch was invulnerable, indestructible even. Alo, despite his bravado, was a mere human. His stamina would eventually falter and the beast would strike the killing blow.
"I have to find an escape route. Somewhere to get Alo and I to safety..." Gilles thought, exploring his surroundings before his ants something strange in the distance. His eyes widened when his insects heard the blaring alarm that was Galatine's self destruct message. "FUCK! Alo!" He instantly screamed at the pomp. "Drop what you're doing and get out of here! The whole place is going to blow!" He warned, getting a head start and trying to leave the crumbling building on his own.
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Post by hawaii117 on Oct 21, 2018 12:11:56 GMT
Enver froze up when she finally let it out and asked the question. Everything about that man in that moment seemingly darkened. Oh.... God... Roxy felt as if her fears were just confirmed. But then Enver loosened up again, and responded in a calm collected tone. Telling her that a terrible man died that day? This confused her immensely, and her face reflected this confusion.
What did he actually mean... Then when the girl looked into his eyes, she saw a resolve in them. Roxy's confused look soon changed to one of understanding as the pieces finally clicked together. The man Enver was talking of, was his past self. He wanted to have his past forgotten, buried along with the man he was. The blonde couldn't help but feel inspired by him and his new found resolve.
"I... I understand." Roxy nods, and with that her new found fear of Enver fades away. "Now let's get you to a hospital." She smiles and continues onward, following behind Pisa and Corey.
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Post by killeroftheminge on Oct 21, 2018 23:39:37 GMT
The group near Pizzano's had a long walk ahead of them, but the battle was finally over. Despite the odds, they had managed to come out on top against some of the harshest soldiers they'd faced yet. They deserved a rest...
Their walk was interrupted as they all noticed something in the sky speeding towards them...round, a bunch of arms, some sort of gorilla...
"Huh? Hey, whazzat?" Pisa asks, shielding her eyes while the Little Lies all around her did the same, looking up to the sky. Something was fast approaching, that much was certain, heat building up around it like some kind of meteor...
"METEOR?!" Pisa yells, her Stands repeating her last word and rolling around the group in a mad panic. Said 'meteor' made touchdown a couple of feet from them, the shockwave throwing Pisa, Roxy and Enver to the ground while Stone Sour didn't seem particularly fazed by it, just standing idly by holding its user. From the wreckage, they could see some of their group tucked away inside; Anji's cockpit flies open, both Kyle and the officer from yesterday, Silverback, rolling out with smoke trailing behind them, Steve having the mech stand back up as he begins running diagnostics.
"Warn a guy before you do that, old timer! Now how am I supposed to head back for my boys! All of them out there, fighting that damn machine woman, and now...now they're all going to die! Oh, what have I done...what have I done?!" Silverback roars, dusting himself off while spewing his melancholy. The speech was so moving that one of Pisa's Little Lies rolls up to him, patting the giant man's leg.
"What kind of captain am I..."
"A crappy one, but don't worry. I got ya,"
The group hear someone else fast approaching, along with the sputtering of an engine about to die out. Rolling onto the scene, Bethany and several of Silverback's police squadron ride in, Stands all around her holding several other officers in no shape to move.
"Thanks for picking ME up, by the way!" She spits at Steve and Kyle, slamming her car door while approaching the others. To herself, she takes a mental note of everyone present.
"Shit...Alo and Gilles didn't make it back?" Alo's kick slams into the Touch's jaw, rattling its head but most likely doing a bit more damage to Alo's own foot, something the Stand couldn't help but snicker at.
"You got short-term memory or something? Anyway, this ain't a time to be joking around, just cut me loose you idiot! If we can-"
"FRIEND ALO, I PREVAIL!"
Another burst of stone work from below distracts them both long enough for Gotye to rise through the dust, he and his User sitting comfortably on its shield.
"I heard the announcement, it's safe to say we should depart? Ah, but where is our friend, Mr. Pink?"
"Don't ignore me when I'm right here, asshole!"
"I've nothing to say to the man that crushed my User's balls, no, nothing at all! Hmph! Aloysius, did that girl not return here with Mr. Gilles? I figured she a mutual acquaintance, and that she'd return him here." Girl? What girl? "At any rate, we should continue this some other time. Perhaps its best to get to the roof, hop on!" It says, patting the space next to it as it Pulls Alo on, the two rocketing away to the roof.
"Hey! What about me?!" The Touch calls after them, it's cage keeping it imprisoned as it could see Galatine's drills and coils beginning to expand out of control with untapped energy.
"...Crap." The trip had not been without peril. Hoeken did her best to remain out of Galatine's sight, knowing full well how the cyborg would react to seeing her here. She would know what awaits her, and she would rebel quite tremendously; she might even progress her self-destruction in the hopes of at least taking her fellow weapon along with her. But, it was simple; any data they could salvage, they needed for the next encounter. It was the simple truth, and it was one that Hoeken had been taught from an early age. The girl continued her trek, dodging beams and vaulting over stonework before reaching the centerpoint of Galatine's expansion.
Pulling off the panels surrounding Galatine's core, she sets to work downloading the Pretty Hate Machine's memory files, noting everything seen through her optics. Nothing that interesting; it seemed like she didn't have the most flashy of fights, mostly using her detachable hands. They'd have to go with something a little more effective next time, possibly the H-Series.
In the middle of her download, she couldn't help but hear some shuffling nearby; one might wonder how she was able to discern something so minuscule in the midst of such a cacophany such as Galatine's death throes, but it was part of being a sharp shooter for the Living Weapons. She was trained from a young age to read the opponent, to pick out any suspicious movement and learn any habits. Someone was looking for something, and they were approaching quick.
Hoeken manages to squeeze herself into a corner, watching from the small window in the open doorway; the pink haired one. Gilles Peterson. The one Lars' had informed her about; he was linked with the monster somehow. Lars wouldn't tell her how, but she was given a special instruction by her captain should she run into him: Capture.
Slinking forward on the balls of her feet, keeping her body close to the ground to minimize peripheral awareness, she inches closer to her target, arm raised for the blow. Quick, noiseless. She strikes his neck, suddenly and with force, knocking the Rebel out cold and catching him before he has a chance to hit the ground. The weight would slow her, and they didn't have much time left. She grabs the flashdrive, finishing both objectives and finding a window of opportunity to the outside, throwing a bullet to a nearby rooftop before teleporting in its place, whisking away with Gilles on her back across the Martian city. She only had a few seconds before Galatine Self-Destructed.
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Post by PSIchotic on Oct 22, 2018 2:11:58 GMT
“Hey buddy~”
Corey was a bit punch-drunk at this point, and the ‘buddy’ he referred to was Kyle. He gave a weak wave with his good arm. To Kyle, it was evident he’d taken a major beating since they last saw each other. He almost looked dead. Corey’s eyes turned to Silverback, who spoke of his men. That seemed to sober Corey up slightly, though he still acted strange.
“Hey, it’ll be okay. We took care of the big guy. And another little guy. All thanks to these ladies,” he said, giving a weak gesture towards Roxy and Pisa. Corey’s attention turned back to Kyle.
“Hey, where’s the other guy that was with us? Is he okay?”
Corey didn’t know his name, after all. He didn’t know much of these guys’ names. The morbid thought that he might not be alright sobered Corey up almost completely.
“Wait, he’s not hurt, is he? I can stay alive for a little longer, let’s go to him.”
Corey knew that he wouldn’t be able to make it, but he refused to believe that he couldn’t help him. The core of his values was protecting others. He had to give it his all.
“C’mon.” Corey tried to hoist himself up, but Stone Sour was slick with blood. His hand slipped, and he slid back to where he was not a moment before. A look of frustration at his condition was visible on his face.
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Post by ToledoJones on Oct 22, 2018 3:41:56 GMT
His kick sent a shockwave of pain through his body. He'd forgotten, for a moment, just how resilient the Touch was - it looked rather pathetic as it groveled below him. Alo had also forgotten about his injured leg and put far too much weight on it for that kick. He caught himself before he toppled over from the pain, but it still wasn't his proudest moment.
"Look," He shot back at the beast. "it's been a long day." He stopped and turned when he heard Gilles, before being distracted by Gotye.
"Bubblegum had a chick with him?" Alo sounded incredulous. "I don't believe it." He made sure to steadfastly ignore the Touch as he moved toward the window and Gotye. "Sorry, you're on your own, we gotta get goi-" He was cut off as the purple stand pulled him onto the forcefield and jetted away. "Hey, wait!"
"We left Pinky behind!"
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Post by RockyRaccoon on Oct 22, 2018 3:53:34 GMT
Soon Steve caught wind of Bethany and the rest of the gang grouped up together and upon seeing them he quickly landed the vehicle safely next to them before greeting everyone with a smile and a wave from his hand. “Hey everyone! You’re all okay! But…Where’s those two others? I think their names were…Gilles and Al….Alloy? No! It was something else…It was—“ “It doesn’t matter what his name is, but in any case I’m sure those two can handle themselves” Kyle pushed himself out of the mech only to find himself being bombarded with statements and questions from a much different-minded Corey. To Corey, Kyle also wasn’t looking too good as he had received some bruises and had even lost his robotic appendage. The young man simply scoffed back towards Corey as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it up “Yeah, yeah, we all got into a few scrapes here and there” He said nonchalantly.
Steve let out a disappointed sigh as he turned back towards the others with a concerned look on his face “So, I assume things went well with the rest of you. Or at least perhaps just with him. In any case, we’re all mostly together so that’s good. I think we all deserve a day of rest after all of this, we’re all beaten up in some way after all.” Steve felt a disconcerting feeling overcome him as he looked back towards the area where Galatine was. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread, as if this whole nightmare that all of them were going through was really only just beginning “Besides, I have a feeling that this isn’t even close to ending.”
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Post by Warudo on Oct 23, 2018 2:06:46 GMT
Enver wasn't sure whether or not he had to clarify to Roxy that he would prefer if she didn't tell anyone, but he figured it'd be for the best to do that. She was a tad air-headed after all. He prepared to say something, but his attention was snagged by something else. Something flying through the sky. Were the Living Weapons back? It turned out to be their allies that crashed into the ground, knocking three of the four rebels present of their feet. Enver's back hit the ground and he let out a cough of blood as the impact jostled his broken ribs. That was painful.
He got back up with Roxy's help, surveying the situation and taking into account the condition of all present. Steve wasn't wrong about people needing to rest, but as rebels they still had work to do. "Listen up people! We don't have time to meander." He called out, getting everyone's attention as he held his hand back up to his injured eye.
"We need to reconvene at last night's base, to recuperate and to share information that we've gathered about the opponents. In the meantime, Bethany?" He asked, looking over to the reporter. "I hate to drag you into this, but can you take Corey here to the hospital? He isn't a well-known rebel so he can get away with being treated. And can you also take Pisa so that you can look around for our two missing compatriots afterwards? Specifically Gilles since we could really use a nurse right now." He said, looking back to Steve, Kyle, Roxy, and the police officers. "If it's fine with you Steve I'd like to ask you to carry me so that I don't slow down Roxy, getting to Alo's apartment sooner rather than later would be for the best." He said, before finally focusing specifically on the police officers. "As for you guys, um. Well, I guess go do your jobs?" He said, trying not to let his confusion shine through too much. Why the hell were they here?
"If that sounds good to everyone then please get a move-on, we're burning daylight." He finished in a rather cliche fashion. He wasn't too concerned with originality at the moment, considering he was bleeding out of his currently useless eye-socket.
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Post by hawaii117 on Oct 25, 2018 14:13:58 GMT
Roxy kept wondering if she was allowed to tell anyone else about Enver's past. Pisa at least should know? It'd make sense, especially if she could've heard their conversation. I could also just keep it on the down low unless asked. He would probably appreciate that more than me just up and spilling the beans. Then something flying through the sky cut off Roxy's train of thought.
"Oh no." Roxy gasped, thinking that the living weapons were back again. The meteor striking down and sending her, Enver, and Pisa onto the ground. When the blonde hit the ground the sharp stabbing sensation of pain shot through her body. Roxy could confirm that she had broken a few ribs in her fights today, due to being left gasping for air for a few moments.
Shakily The girl managed to stand back up and helped Enver back up as well. The Meteor was in fact actually Steve! Soon behind him came Bethany as well. "Hey Steve! We're a little banged up, but still ok." Next to the man was Kell? Koly? His nephew that can turn stuff invisible. She kinda forgot his name. Then Enver began to speak, dolling out orders and planing out what the group is going to be doing next.
"Sounds good to me, Enver." Roxy took the injured man over to Steve. "I thought that Gilly and Alo were with you guys? Either way though I'll text Alo about the plan. Oh hey Bethany." The girl then took out her phone and began texting to Alo and looking through twitter.
Heyyy, We're still alive. Wbu? If u r then meet us at ur plce nd bring Gilly. While Texting Roxy let out a small chuckle after seeing one of the tweets she missed. Omg look at this tweet. Attached was a picture of someone familiar to Alo, but a complete stranger to Roxy. "Came across this loser playing 'paper ball' at school today. Had to teach him a lesson he'll never forget! 💖💖💖😂😂😂👌 #Monday #SchoolStuff #LmaoHeEvenStutteredWhenExplainingTheRulesCanYouBelieveThat #LoserAbuse #PunishmentTime"
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Post by RockyRaccoon on Oct 25, 2018 18:10:10 GMT
“O-Oh! Yes! Of course!” Steve lit up with a smile as metallic arms popped right out of Anji before they carefully grabbed Enver and put him in the back of the mech, he then gave a big thumbs up towards him as he turned back towards Kyle. “Kyle, do you mind getting a ride from one of the others? This mech was only built for one after all! Hehehe” The young man merely waved a hand towards him as he walked back with the other rebels. “I’m sure Gilles and Alo will regroup with us soon, but if you could stop by our place to pick up a spare hand for me then that’d be great, Old man.” He let out a sigh as he walked back with the others exhausted from his fight. Kyle didn’t know what else to expect from the others but at this point he really just wanted to go home already. ’I gotta think about my own shit after all…Ugh, these past couple days sure have sucked’ He gazed up at the sky of Mars as feelings of disdain and anger swelled up within him. ’Next time I see that bastard, I’m gonna make sure he knows exactly who he’s messing with!’ Steve then gave a final goodbye wave towards the others before he jetted off into the sky along with Enver.
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Post by killeroftheminge on Oct 25, 2018 19:39:22 GMT
"Yeah, just slap me with the stringers, sure," Bethany says, letting out a breath as she watches Enver and Steve take off into the air. Meanwhile, Silverback hoists his cops out of Bethany's car, radioing for their own transport to free up space for the rebels. "Well...We'll be heading back to the station, try to...sort out this mess. An attack from the Living Weapons...that's gonna be great to report," He says, trailing off as he looks after Steve and Enver's departure. How he fit in that cockpit, he'll never know...though, he didn't fit well, that's true. "Listen...I was serious with what I said back there. We'll be with you. I don't know where this will put us after we take care of this business...but I'm ready to fight back. Especially if the U.N. is going to have me ignore what's right. Anyway, you've got a bleeding man there-" "Yeah, no shit, thanks for stalling, detective," Bethany spits, opening her car door and waving the others in. "Kyle, Pisa, be useful and help the kid in...whup, but after he turns that goliath off, I'm not fitting that thing in here. Roxy, if you can move, scoot your butt in here so we can get y'all fixed up," She says, putting the car in gear before lighting the ignition, the vehicle sputtering to life unconvincingly. She messes with the radio dial a bit, fidgeting with stations (and bouts of static) before finally resting on a song.
"I'm picking the music, questions? Good," She says, not waiting for an answer while she waits for the Rebels to load up. Pisa grabs one of Corey's arms off of Stone Sour, lifting the boy along with Kyle as they drag him to the car. "Today was a way better first day than the pizza store, surprisingly, I'm glad I quit! By the way, when do we get paid?" Pisa asks Kyle, the girl oblivious to the freelance nature of fighting against the authority. "I've got a burn on my elbow, which is like...the second time since working at the pizza place, that happen a lot? Usually I like a cut or something, make it feel better, but I can't...quite...reach..." Pisa sits down next to Kyle in the backseat, trying desperately to lick her elbow as Little Lies try to help. Pisa seems useful in a fight...but, she wasn't exactly the most...put together individuals. All of them drive off, Bethany stepping on the gas to get them to the hospital as quickly as possible, before their eventual meet-up back at Alo's (thank god she had her own house to stay in.)
"It's true! I assumed she was a friend, after all, who else would try and save us from such a predicament. It simply goes to show, you can't quite predict what could happen...look, there she is now." Gotye says, pointing in the distance to allow Alo a brief glimpse at some figure holding bright pink...
Gilles!
He can hear the pop of a rifle as she disappears from view, a few more cracks before she completely leaves the horizon....did he just watch a kidnapping?
"...Oh. Well...I'm guessing she wasn't a friend," Gotye says, a bit uncertain at what it let transpire. "Accidents happen, we shouldn't let us get it down," The Stand tries to rectify, including Alo in on its horrible, stupid mistake. Before the pomp could yell at it, however, both of them were blown through the air by Galatine's self destruct, the shockwave rippling through the city and blinding the former pomp in a flash of white as both he and Gotye (along with his user) shot through buildings and storefronts, the world around him going dark before the two land.
After gaining his bearings, Alo wakes to find he and Gotye in the midst of a broken down city; buildings toppled and rubble scattered all over the ground, a decimated wasteland of what the martians had built for themselves on this lonely planet. Gotye sat patiently, poking Alo's eye the whole time as he waited for the Rebel to wake up.
"Oh, thank goodness. I was scared you were dead," Gotye says, patting the man's cheek before sitting up right. "Thank goodness my user is a heavy sleeper, otherwise we might not have survived! My shield is impassable, I told you," it says proudly, it's purple force field lowering as it dusts itself off. Of course, there was the new matter of where they could go. It looked like it was evening judging by the sky (and how sore his eye was from Gotye's poking for a few hours), meaning more than a few hours had passed. What happened to the others?
"Perhaps we should try to meet the others? I could finally gain vengeance on the girl that swole my users poor testes," Gotye says, looking around at the irreparable damage around them both. It couldn't help but feel a little saddened by the wanton destruction; seems like only yesterday its user had shown up on Mars, optimistic that a new life could be made here. But, it seems like it was just more of the same...
The winds blow her hair across her face as he rushes across the building rooftops, Gilles' weight causing her to reevaluate her steps. She lightly crosses the threshold of the rooftops, steadying her aim after each leap before firing to the next contact. She barely escapes the blast radius, making it to the outskirts of the Martian city and the beginnings of the expansive desert. The U.N. recon center wasn't far from here, but she was already feeling light headed from the exertion of hauling Gilles, someone that weighed a lot more than she did. Her legs shake as she lands, kneeling down on cement as she lets her captive roll off her back, his head smacking against the road unceremoniously. She can't stay out in the opening like this, there's no telling if she's being followed. She scans the skies a few more times, checking for a tail, but none are immediately visible. That doesn't mean much, but she's usually quick to spot one; for now, she's safe. She could rest...
"Hey, baby doll,"
Hoeken jumps, twisting in the air and bringing her gun to level before firing several shots at her perpetrator. Stupid! She should've known that they would follow; she stole their comrade, it's what the others would do for her-
She stops before unloading another few shots, a heap falling on the ground in front of her in a crumpled mess of skin and metal. Hrunting...who was naked, she notices before blushing and turning away. She did NOT need to see that...
"Sorry, took a while getting Olgun's fat ass off the ground. You got the goods?" He says, Hoeken simply nodding and pointing at Gilles while holding up the flashdrive, looking the other way and refusing to witness his...junk.
"Thatta girl, knew you had it. Astra was ready to give up on ya, but not me! Olgun would've bet, but he's still knocked out; that Roxy chick really did a number on him, although those other two did some damage, his organs are all twisted and shit. Anyway, I'll get ya back, Lars' wants us all together to go over the next phase. Hop on!" He says, grabbing Gilles in his taloned-boots while holding a hand out to Hoeken. The girl's eyes widen thinking about touching Runt's warped flesh, shaking her head furiously while bringing her gun to level again.
"Eh, alright...suit yourself, I guess. Everyone's been actin' real word, do I got somethin' on my face?" Runt says before lifting into the air, Hoeken following suit as she warps across the desert towards their base...
"Look, I'm telling ya, Alo is who we want man,"
Lars sits patiently at a round table, looking over the files of the known Rebels they have at their disposal while the other Living Weapons talk between each other.
"You're absolutely crazy, he's useless in the grand scheme of things. That Roxy girl, now she's the dangerous one, we should take her first-"
"Ah, you're just saying that cause she kicked your ass. Listen though, Alo? He's...man, he's just so cool," Runt says, lounging in a bean bag in the corner, the other Weapons convincing him to squeeze himself into some undergarments at least...of course, they couldn't talk him out of a speedo, one that was a size too small. "He was dodging everything, weaving between em all...I'm sorry, what were we talking about?"
"That kid. His Stand is too strong." Olgun speaks up, sitting at the table next to Lars, staring blankly at the ceiling. His armor had been completely removed, the soldier wearing a spare uniform that did nothing to hide his rippling form, one that was covered in an assortment of fresh cuts and bruises that glistened under the fluorescent lights above.
"It wouldn't have been if you maintained your limit. 30%, no more and no less; you shouldn't need 70% of your power for these urchins," Astra says, in the process of setting his spine correctly once more, wincing at every shape he makes in his back. "It's a waste of resources, and its a quick way to ruining yourself for future missions. His stand is a strong counter to you, you should avoid him."
"No. I can beat him."
"You can't. And you won't. That...'girl' managed to get one over on me, but he was practically useless against my prowess. You should focus on the teleporter; he's too convenient for them, and he nearly got the best of Hoeken," Astra explains, a small fist slamming on the counter at the mention. Hoeken stares at the older member, trembling in fury as she crosses her arms. "No best. Almost killed him." She says, her voice scratching against her throat as she rests against her chair.
"Of course. I simply mean we should reexamine who we need to deal with. It's clear we are outmatched in certain regards,"
"Not outmatched, just...need a different strategy," Lars finally speaks up, leaning back in his own chair and taking a drag off of the cigar in his mouth. He had been listening to his team prattle on, but it was clear what the problem was; they were divided wrong. "the Galatine we brought was nothing next to Gilles, who we have thankfully. Runt, who's on your radar?"
"Oh...well, Alo, man. Clearly. That Kyle guy ain't bad though, he was pretty fun. A little uptight, though, needs to loosen up; all I said was I would kill his uncle,"
"Then you don't fight them." Lars says, pulling the cigar from his mouth and taking a look at the files again. "...I think I know how to solve this problem, nice and neatly. Two birds with one stone, and all that. We need to find a way to contact someone though..."
The night air is still amid the wreckage of the downtown city. Shifting bricks, mortar and metal leave the area in a perpetual state of groaning, souls of buildings decimated in a single day, while smoke still wafts into the air from the remains of Galatine's final bid against the Rebels. Otherwise, it's quiet; all life is snuffed from the area. Until a hand breaks through to the surface.
Grunts and growls echo across the abandoned downtown area, metal grinds against itself as something digs, claws their way to fresh air. A bust of dust and rubble sets it free, The Touch's yellow eyes piercing against the night as they squirm onto Martian soil once more, as tattered and ruined as it is. It's body built to survive the brunt of most attacks, but an explosion of that magnitude was bound to do some type of damage. It's body was weakened, it's skin glowing with burns and a hiss flowing from in between its fangs as it feels the cool air blowing against it. Emaciated, its skin clings tightly to whatever it calls bones within, the beast trembling to stand as it falls and rolls along the hill of concrete before landing with a hard thud at the bottom. Hungry...it was so hungry...
"Well, look at you. Glad to see you had it handled,"
The Touch groans, wheezing as its bones rattle against each other, its eyes dilating as its user speaks.
"Hhhhh....Hhhhhuuu...hhhunnn....grryyy..."
"What was that? I can't hear you when you're mewling like some stray cat," Reggie's voice takes great pleasure in seeing his Stand knocked down a peg, to see it reduced to this after such bold back talk. It's pain was a learning endeavor.
"Sssso...huuuuungry...."
"No you ain't. You just hurt; badly. I'd say you've lost a day's worth of feeding from that explosion. How many rats you think its gonna take to reclaim all that? Probably more than a day's worth...and what do you know? Time's up tomorrow."
The Touch collapses under its own weight, far too exhausted to argue with its user; too exhausted to move.
"The way I see it, I think this is a wake up call. You want to know if you can be somethin' else? Well, I think you know the answer now. You wanna live, you gotta be the monster. You gotta pick yo'self up by the bootstraps and be the thing most people is too scared to embrace. That's what you are, you know. You're those little nasty thoughts that pink fucker had; now, I don't know what kind of pussyfooting he's got locked in that head of his, but I know that it ain't gonna steal us out of a body, ya dig? You got one way out of this, one way to survive. Eat. You got a busy night ahead of you," it trails off, a small mewl sounding off nearby. The Touch lifts its head weakly, eyes dimmed as it spies a cat nearby, watching the creature warily. Its own emerald green eyes flash in the night in contrast to the Touch's own.
"I'd get started..."
The Touch's claws dig into the dirt, its back curling as it's mouth opens wide, drool dripping from its dagger filled mouth. Its eyes flash yellow before it dashes forward, the only sound echoing across the broken streets of the Martian city is a curdling screech from one lone cat...
ALO'S APARTMENT 11:00AM
"If I were a group of serial mercenaries that kidnapped a pink haired wimp, where would I be?"
Against her better judgement, Bethany had stayed with the other Rebels in Alo's already cramped apartment, looking through a number of maps of the Martian city while absentmindedly crunching on a particularly sweet brand of cereal; the type that would rot your teeth just from looking at the box.
"I know if I killed people, I'd probably stay in a tree house."
"Why?"
"Noone expects a treehouse."
"But a random treehouse? That's kind of suspicious."
"Well, no, I'd kill the family that owned one."
"...Thanks, Pisa."
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Post by Warudo on Oct 25, 2018 20:13:36 GMT
Enver leaned back in a beanbag chair, listening to Bethany and Pisa 'speculate', if that's what you could call it. He had been mostly quiet ever since he had gotten to Alo's apartment. His head had a big trio of bandages wrapped around it, covering his eye diagonally like an eyepatch. Combined with his mostly patched up torso and he was well onto the path of recovery. But that didn't stop him from hating the fact he let things spiral out of control to this degree. Roxy and Pisa almost DIED, and going by the huge crater in the middle of the city, everyone else wasn't far off either. They couldn't let this happen again, they needed a PLAN for tomorrow. He sat up in the beanbag with a groan, training his one eye onto Pisa and Bethany as they prattled. Well, might as well get to work. "There's no use guessing where they are." He grumbled, letting out another little groan as he straightened his back out and sat at his full height. "They could be in countless UN safe-houses across the city, possibly in one I don't even know about. All we can do is cast out our nets and hope something comes up, or hope the cops come to us with a lead." He says, reaching up to readjust his bandage. "In the meantime, we should prepare ourselves more for the threat that lies ahead. We need to share everything we know about our enemies. Anything we don't know could kill us after all. Then we can figure out what to do about them. Anyone want to go first?"
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