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Topic Started: Nov 22 2011, 02:36 AM (1,429 Views)
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Ackerly snuck through the shadowed warehouse, her arms and legs fully spiked in preparation for the battle (she was hoping one was going to start; if not, she could remedy this situation).

The warehouse was dark, and filled mostly with crates, at least out at the entrance where Ackerly stood. She was not making even her usual feeble attempts to disguise her identity, dressed in a tank top and shorts - clothes which didn't get in the way of her spines.

She did not give a fig about human trafficking one way or another, but she was pretty psyched about loud, crashy distractions. She was, in fact, in a constant state of barely restraining herself from one.

"HEY, HEY, MINOS GUYS," she shouted, taking this moment to smash a box. "I'M IN YOUR WAREHOUSES, SMASHING UP YOUR WEAPONS."
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A tall dark haired man smirked at his teammate. "Looks like we're not the only one's who knew about this place. Well, we don't want them to get all the party favors, now do we?" Cyrus adjusted the shield on his arm and tugged his hat before leaping over the railing of the catwalk. He landed with a soft thud, a feat considering how big of a man he was, shortly afterword a quartet of soft "pmmph" sounds indicated his cabal were keeping pace.

He glanced back and mouthed quiet to the four little Shapelings that had accompanied him, indicating that they should be very quite. The first in the line turned and relayed the symbol, and it repeated down the line until it reached the last one, who, not to feel left out, turned and repeated the gesture to the empty space behind it before scowling at being last.

They would do their jobs well enough, though he wished he had had time to craft more of them. But four was handy enough, and he kept his trump card in waiting outside should he have need of it. The big man slipped along, his dark garb consisting of a black muscle-shirt and dark cargoes. The large shield on his left arm was black to help blend in.

Cyrus slipped forward to peer around the corner of one of the large containers and spotted one of the guards, who, upon hearing Ackerly's outburst was trying to rack his underpaid brain whether he should leave his post, or let his comrades closer to it deal with the situation.
The Elite decided to help him with his decision, and dropped the man from behind with two swift blows, his constructs followed after him like a deranged mockery of ducklings.
Theives know that a snarl in the night means, "rob another house."

"Everything the wise woman learned she wrote in a book, and when the pages were black with ink, she took white ink and began again."
—Karn, silver golem

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XIII's response to her partner in this mission was a sigh.

"Honestly, they keep getting crazier and crazier..." She said before watching Cyrus jump off the catwalk they were on. Despite her increasing confusion at the MC's (Because it was totally the MC, only they were this crazy) lack of any tactical approach whatsoever, the watchdog had to admit this was an evil that did good. Most of the werehouse's guards were now focusing on the boisterous person breaking crates, which facilitated the Elite's job quite a bit.

Moving silently along the catwalk to a point near the wall, XIII jumped off to a pile of crates that was near enough that her fall didn't make much noise, despite her weight. From there, dropping from one crate to another until reaching the floor was quite easy. Her black suit also made hiding in that dimly lightned warehouse child's play. This mission was going to be a boring one, apparently.

"Hey, stay here while I go see what's going on!" From beyond a crate, XIII heard one of the guards talk to another as his footsteps indicated that he left the other one alone. Too easy, too cliche.

Sneaking around the crate, XIII saw the guard from the corner of her eye as he was checking his gun in case things got hairy. Sensible, but ultimately unnecessary as the watchdog moved behind him and in one fluid motion grabbed his head with both hands and forcefully turned it, snapping his neck like a twig. The pale woman looked around as the lifeless body of the guard slumped onto the floor.

I'm not letting that past failure happen again... She thought, resolute.
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Ackerly heart the guards coming and briefly secreted herself behind pile of boxes, coming out just in time to bring her spiked fists down, hard, on the skull of the first one. He went down. She didn't know whether he'd survive, and she didn't much care either.

The next guard saw what became of her comrade and stayed a little bit further away. This guard wasn't holding a gun, but her fingers were tipped with long, steely claws which dripped green poison. Ackerly guessed that getting slashed by those claws would be a very bad idea.

The two women circled each other for a few moments. Ackerly retracted the small spikes on her fists, and quickly replaced them with a long, bladelike bone spike coming from each palm. Her face creased in pain - this was a lot, even for her - but it increased her range.

Ackerly slashed at the Minos guard, who dodged just enough not to be badly injured. The point of her blade slashed across the guard's face and shoulders, and she bled green.

Ackerly laughed manically. "Got yer friend, and I'll get you too!"

The guard tried to dart under her slashing blades, but Ackerly brought her fist down in time to catch her a blow to the head. Without any spikes on that part of her fist, it was nothing but a punch, and without Ackerly's full weight under it, but it made the guard cry out and stumble, and that was Ackerly's cue to kick her legs out from under her and then kick her in the head.

The former Wise Man had no time to crow over her success (not that that stopped her,) though, because there were more guards on the . . . waaaaaaiiiiiiit.

Ackerly's mind slowly ground its way to the realization of what was wrong. There were no more guards on the way. There had been more than two guards, Ackerly was sure. Four, at least.

What had happened? What was she missing?

"Come out, you cowards!" she shouted, a note of uncertainty in her voice. "What're you hiding from?"
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"My my, what a deeelightful display of physical prowess we got ourselves here." Cyrus chuckled as he stepped out of the shadows, fingers tipping the brim of his hat in Ackerly's direction in an old fashioned demonstration of respect. The shapelings peered around his legs in a comical fashion, looking much like cartoon characters all hiding behind a tree.

"Poor thing didn't stand a chance against you, did she~?" Cyrus flashed a playful grin. "You wouldn't happen to be part of the Messiah Complex now would you?"

Cyrus knew full well that she wasn't on the strike team, but he enjoyed the game as much as the brawling.
Theives know that a snarl in the night means, "rob another house."

"Everything the wise woman learned she wrote in a book, and when the pages were black with ink, she took white ink and began again."
—Karn, silver golem

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Hexiva
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Ackerly whirled to face Cyrus, spiking up instinctively, but held off on attacking. The man didn't seem immediately threatening, and Ackerly liked to at least pretend to have a pretext before charging people.

She smiled, or at least showed her teeth, back at Cyrus. "You flatter me! These days I am. Got bored of the Wise Men. And until that changes - " She lengthened her spines threateningly - "it's my job to make trouble for Elite like you."

She hadn't, in fact, been given any orders concerning Elite officers showing up in the Minos warehouse, but she had been told to create a distraction. And a fight between ex-Wise Man Epsilon and a pair of Elite - that'd be a hell of a distraction.

"What're you doing here, anyway?"
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It looked like they had company.
High above their heads, Resa watched the exchange from the safety and relative seclusion of the warehouse rafters.
She had followed Ackerly inside, and had been tailing her silently from above, gliding and swinging by hand from the roof beams to avoid tipping anyone off.
Resa doubted the other woman was aware of her presence, from what little she had seen, Ackerly seemed like the bull-in-a-china-shop type. Judging from her less than stealthy entrance, she had been right.
Now Resa was no ninja herself, but she at least liked to pretend she possessed a little more finesse.


Letting the larger woman attract the attention of the guards, Resa roosted in the metal triangles of the roof, waiting patiently for a sign that she was needed.


For once, her wings were fully extended, the slits in her sleeveless shirt zipped wide to allow full movement. She was dressed all in black, with wide trousers tucked into her tatty combat boots. A scarf and newsboy cap pulled down over her face helped hide her all-too-noticable hair.
She sat back on her heels, arms draped over her knees, perfectly balanced as she watched the unfolding drama below.


Her pockets bulged with smoke bombs, hand, and flash grenades. A knife hung at her waist, and a gun holster was strapped to her thigh. She had come fully prepared for an all-out war.
In her mind, it was war.
Minos had taken the lowest of the low to new heights.
Taking advantage of children was one thing, it happened everywhere. But actually selling them like cattle? It chilled her blood.


But seeing the Elite here just fired her up. Maybe she would have the opportunity to take them down too.


In her excitement she shifted just a little too far, and dislodged a large piece of metal that had rusted through.
She swung down and caught it in her fist, hanging by her knees.


It was too late though, anyone would have heard that noise. Resa hung there, waiting for heads to rise, essentially a sitting duck in this position.
Darn, not five minutes in and she'd already screwed it up.
Resa | Mai | Dorian | Anthea

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Hidden in the shadows, it was easy for XIII to sneak behind the woman that now confronted her partner for this mission. Turning around a tower of crates, the watchdog ran up to the huge woman, standing behind her and aiming her handgun right at the back of the terrorist's neck.

"You are under arrest, resist and you will be signing your own will." She said loud enough for the woman to hear. It didn't matter the situation, she would crush the Messiah Complex no matter what. Compared to them, this Minos guy was just a minor distraction.

However, after getting a better look at who she was pointing a gun at, XIII stopped and blinked, trying to register the current situation. "You..."
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Ackerly turned her head to look at the Elite from the corner of her eye. A huge grin spread over her face. "Doggy!" she said, and then, taking advantage of the Watchdog's surprise, whirled to seize her gun and throw it into the depths of the warehouse.

"You're the last person I expected to see here!" Her grin widened. "We're gonna have fun for a change."
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Well, that was unexpected.

He would have noticed her hesitation, and having been away from the city for quite some time, he wouldn't have known who Ackerly was or what former position she had held.

Instead, he was distracted, as one of his shapelings began hopping up and down, chittering and letting out several sounds that were like words but as if the speaker had suddenly discovered they didn't possess the needed parts to form functional words. Oh, and he was also pointing frantically at the ceiling.

Cyrus smiled and patted the excited construct on the head. "Atta boy" To which it began to do something similar to purring. Or was it cooing? Honestly, it was something you'd have to hear for yourself, but trust me, it was a very un-natural sound.

"Alright, go have some fun boys, just don't get pasted~"

I've got every confidence in XIII's skills, she'll keep the new girl busy. Right now I've got some kids to find.


Meanwhile, the shapelings, having been told to reek havoc upon the world, (or at least that's what they interpreted Cyrus command as) were climbing the crates using each other as living ladders. All of them eyed the winged girl intently, as those feathers looked wonderfully soft and oh so pounce-able. It was going to be a glorious day in the conquest of the fluff!
Edited by Faded Corsair, Dec 8 2011, 12:10 PM.
Theives know that a snarl in the night means, "rob another house."

"Everything the wise woman learned she wrote in a book, and when the pages were black with ink, she took white ink and began again."
—Karn, silver golem

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Resa hung there, watching those down below intently. At first she didn't think any of them had spotted her, as the two women continued to face off against one another.
The man though, seemed to utter some orders to some funny little creatures beside him - children? - which were soon closing fast upon her.


Swinging herself back upright, she was able to get a better look at her pursuers, and soon discovered that they were most definitely not children.
They were much faster, and shaped very differently, with long arms and legs and the hint of teeth as they fixed their eyes in her direction. It gave her cold shivers.


Her hand brushed her gun, but gunfire would attract more guards than she was ready for, and she wanted to save it for a more specific threat.
Jumping down into empty space, she let her wings carry her further away from the people below and hovered in a place where she had plenty of space to duck and weave.


The first shapeling seemed harmless enough, as it made the first jump towards her, but somehow managed to latch onto her arm, weighing her down considerably.
Sweeping away to avoid a dogpile from the others, she took out her knife and slashed viciously at the thing, hoping to get it to let go.
Resa | Mai | Dorian | Anthea

The moment comes when a character does or says something you hadn't thought about. At that moment he's alive and you leave it to him. - Graham Greene.
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Right as the muscular woman managed to slap XIII's gun away, the agent quickly jumped back, landing a good two meters from her enemy.

"... So it's you..." The watchdog stood upright, briefly glancing down at her right hand, the glove she wore on it now partially shredded by the spikes on Ackerly's hand. She looked up at the scarred woman, a serious look on her face. "Now here's someone I didn't expect to see again..." XIII reached for her sunglasses, taking them off, folding them, and hanging them on her shirt collar. She then proceeded to take her gloves off, the left one first, followed by the right one. "... And as enemies of all things."

The smirk that appeared on XIII's face as she assumed a fighting position was a rare ocurrance indeed. She was so unused to smiling that even a slight turn of her mouth was a intimidating, let alone a menacing smirk like that.

"Perhaps there is a God..." She said, cracking her knuckles.
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Ackerly let the Watchdog get as far as her sunglasses before Ackerly interrupted her with a spiny punch, aimed at her face. "Never thought I'd see you again either, doggy! This is gonna be fun!"

Ackerly had never much liked the Watchdog - thirteen or twelve - and had, in fact, taken great pleasure in trying to make her life a living hell in the last five years of her Wisemanship.
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The shapeling screeched as she slashed at, promptly letting go of her arm and clinging to her leg instead. The other two chittered and growled in the strange other language that they used so commonly, but kept their distance as if to see how the first would fair.

Down below Cyrus heard the call, his eyes narrowing.

"They're moving the kids..." He sent out a simple mental command to the last member of his cadre. It's amusing how complicated the meaning of "come" can be for a being who is only about 2 hours old. A loud clang sounded from the wall Cyrus and XIII had entered through, followed by the sound of rending steel. There was another loud clang and then shortly afterword, a large hunched over creature that roughly resembled the shapelings plowed it's way through a shipping container and lumbered forward.

"Well...Never did make you too bright did Ah?" He said softly, patting it on the head.
Theives know that a snarl in the night means, "rob another house."

"Everything the wise woman learned she wrote in a book, and when the pages were black with ink, she took white ink and began again."
—Karn, silver golem

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Resa's face was set in a grim smile as she shook the other Shapeling off of her boot, the others were chittering to themselves nearby, and she knew if they all got on her at once they would have her grounded in a moment.
She heard the crash, and looked down to see a huge lumbering figure smash it's way through a shipping container - and she also saw the vaguely familiar figure it answered to.


Well there was no time for finesse anymore.
Plucking the pin from a small grenade, she cooked it for about two seconds before lobbing it toward the creature and master with all her strength, with any luck, it would be just as delicate as the little ones.

Once the explosion had cleared, Resa folded her wings and let herself go in a freefall, dropping to her knees in the middle of the cloud of dust. Her scarf hid her face sufficiently, but once the dust cleared she saw just who had been controlling the shapelings.


"Christ, I know you!"
She didn't seem to care that this potentially dangerous piece of information had spilled from her mouth, she had graduated anyway.
Though she'd probably have to hightail it out now. No matter.
Resa | Mai | Dorian | Anthea

The moment comes when a character does or says something you hadn't thought about. At that moment he's alive and you leave it to him. - Graham Greene.
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