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| KenpachiZara | Jan 25 2010, 09:40 AM Post #1 |
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Beatrix was sitting in the back of an old pick-up truck, the chasse of which was well-maintained, the engine equally so. Sitting across from her was her partner, Will, and behind the wheel, Pi Lot, the driver. They were wearing simple disguises, wigs and hats and sunglasses, with new outfits. They would be easy to remove for the wearers, if it was necessary to reveal themselves to their targets to gain their trust. Beatrix had a stolen laptop on her lap, reading through files that they had transcribed and transferred onto it from Moriarty's database. On the screen, there was information about several associates of the late professor. Kishin Egg associates, more precisely. They needed souls for Will, to raise his power, and if they wanted to avoid making another Kishin - which they did - it would have to be corrupted souls. Beatrix grimaced at this, despising the similarity between their actions and those of their enemies. Necessary, but discouraging... So, the sooner we finish, the better. The ride was fairly uneventful, before they found themselves approaching the home of their first target, Al Funcoot. Al was a travelling actor, a con artist, an arsonist, a thief, and a murderer. He had also turned into a Kishin Egg at some point in his career, though his casually-visible mutations were minimal, primarily hidden under his clothes, and so, Beatrix wasn't able to see them from the picture. His abilities were tied to his 'hobbies' of crime, including fire in some way. The file wasn't so thorough, since some of the papers were missing, and so Beatrix had to plan with improvisation in mind. Likely, they'd be making things up as they went, if he was as good a strategist as she was. His unnatural body would be another obstacle to overcome. He had a number of associates that travelled with him as an acting troupe, accomplices both human and nonhuman in nature, though they hadn't been mentioned by name in the presence of any of Moriarty's group. A hook-handed man, a huge blob of a person, and various others. Beatrix bit her lip, trying to think of ways to defeat each quickly to avoid being outnumbered. Bombs would be nice... --- The truck pulled up in front of a rickety-looking mansion, with a huge eye symbol on the door. Beatrix clenched her fists, and turned to Will. "Ready, Will? We haven't had much combat experience as a team, so we'll need to catch up quickly." The words were whispered softly, and Beatrix closed the laptop. She checked her various knives, and hopped out of the truck, grabbing Will's hand to help him out. For once, she didn't have a plan ready, but she had faith in her skills to adapt one on the spot. "It's almost time to play. Which method would you prefer, direct or subtle?" More whispers, with her back to the building. |
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| Imp of Chaos | Jan 25 2010, 01:24 PM Post #2 |
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Will smiled as the smooth ride left him little to do but contemplate the brutal murder of his previous associates. It was so much fun to be back in the game, he had hardly been able to thank Beatrix enough for springing him from the Shibusen prison in which he had languished in relative comfort. Never-the-less, he was enjoying life on the run with Beatrix. It was greatly different to anything he had done previously, and tended to involve a large number of disguises, but apart from the trouble he had with putting on his clothes the right way round, he was thoroughly enjoying himself. Often he would make up ridiculous characters for his costumes, and today was no different. He had decided that he would be a tough-guy, with his bald cap, and sunglasses. Will often wore sunglasses, or had a long fringe, or a hood that shielded his eyes from view, as a blind boy was something easily remembered by many. It was difficult getting around without his cane arm, which would give the game away, but with Beatrix’s assistance Will was getting back into old habits, and becoming sharp again with his instincts. He was able to slowly navigate most areas by himself in a manner that suggested casualness rather than ineptitude. The car pulled up at Funcoot’s house, and Will was helped out of the truck. His smile widened in thanks to Beatrix, and in anticipation on what was to come. He itched to turn into his weapon form right then and there, and for Beatrix to bust the door down and slash the occupants to death, but he also supposed a few pleasantries accompanied by tea and crumpets first could also be acceptably enjoyable. With this in mind they approached the door, and knocked heavily enough for it to creak ominously, as though ready to pack it all in and become firewood. Inside the house, the sound of a motor had elicited fear in Funcoot. The man had heard of Moriarty’s demise from one of his many contacts, and although it was just a rumour, it had put the fear up Funcoot, and he was fully expecting to see Shibusen knocking at his door within the next few months. To that end the house had been booby-trapped, and it was the work of a moment to set everything up. His superior knowledge of theatre props enabled him to create quite a devious array with which to greet his guests – should the need arise. As a further precaution he donned a hat and left out of the back door, fleeing for his life and leaving his trusted pal ‘hooky’ to keep the little snots occupied. ‘Hooky’ answered the door cautiously, and was immediately suspicious. The two before him seemed untrustworthy in the worst sort of way, and the fact that it was a party of two made it more likely to be a visit from Shibusen. Cautiously he inquired upon their business (feeling somehow that the not-so-tough guy looked just a little familiar). |
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| KenpachiZara | Jan 26 2010, 12:28 AM Post #3 |
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Beatrix rolled her eyes as she sensed Funcoot running away, able to tell where he was going with relative ease, and guessing it to be him from the tendency of leaders that aren't at least somewhat pure of heart to always put themselves first, sacrificing others if necessary to survive. Another reason Moriarty would be missed. With a sigh, Beatrix looked at Will, then at Pi, before reaching over to Will and pulling his sunglasses from his face for a moment, so that the hook-handed minion could recognize him. After the minion's face lit up with recognition, Beatrix nodded, returning the glasses to their place on Will's face. "So, might we come in? Also, perhaps you should recall your leader, so that we can all talk?" The man cautiously stepped back, turning off the traps by the door before letting them in and calling for Funcoot on a walkie-talkie, telling him that the visitors were from Moriarty's group. Beatrix guided Will into the mansion, the floorboards creaking with every step. "Sorry about pulling your glasses off. It was the fastest way I could think of to get them to stop worrying about who we were." Beatrix found a comfortable-looking couch, and sat down there, tugging on Will's sleeve to let him know it was alright to sit. They waited patiently, and soon Funcoot was there, with a few of his cohorts. The hook-handed man from earlier, a bald, bearded man with gloves on, and the blob-like person. The others were all either in their rooms, or watching for more visitors, or preparing for plays, or something of the sort. Beatrix didn't particularly know, though she imagined they'd soon find out. "We are here to inform you, Al Funcoot, that Professor Moriarty has died in battle against Shibusen," Beatrix said, once they had tea, sipping on hers after the statement. "As such, we bid you a fond farewell from the organization, if you wish to leave." Beatrix held back a smug smirk, and looked Al Funcoot in the eyes. He was clearly troubled by the fact that his life was in danger now, and seemed to be trying to hastily plan what to do now. Beatrix decided to wait, letting Will decide what to say next, wondering if they should just cut to the bloodshed. Part of her longed to slice this fool's neck open here and now, and she eagerly awaited the moment where she could slaughter them all. |
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| Imp of Chaos | Jan 26 2010, 02:36 AM Post #4 |
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Funcoot’s face remained fixed, but on mention of Moriarty it twitched slightly. Will couldn’t see any of this, but he didn’t need to. Funcoot was a despicable man and had never risen very high in Moriarty’s esteem. For that reason he had been helped and largely remained un-called on previously. Funcoot, for his part, had found Moriarty’s sponsorship beneficial in a number of projects, but ultimately there was no honour among thieves. He was glad Moriarty was dead, it meant he would never have to pay back his debt of gratitude, and if these squirts had come to collect he would dispatch them in short order. The only problem he had was that one was the infamous Jack O Lantern, second in command to Moriarty himself. He wasn’t certain what powers were possessed by the teen but the kid seemed just a little too jovial, and his blind eyes had a knowing look that Funcoot didn’t like at all. He was also highly suspicious of the girl, who he had never heard of before. Who was the mysterious woman, and why was she running around with Jack? She shouldn’t be underestimated. In all, Funcoot decided the best idea would be to assure the two that he was still wholly on their side, and then move after they left as quickly as possible, lay low, and hopefully end any attachment with Moriarty’s group post-haste. Will sipped his tea slowly, and his grin remained as wide as ever. He heard Funcoot’s professions of allegiance, which made him more pleased than ever. No doubt the man who pledged his body and soul so faithfully wouldn’t mind putting his money where his mouth was, so to speak. Having had his fill of the tea (which tasted as though it was made from the water of a stagnant pond) Will shifted slightly in his seat. Impatiently he waved away the rest of Funcoot’s speech. “It’s certainly been fun to see you again, although I can’t see, BLIND JOKE... Where was I ? Oh yes, fun and all that. Thanks for the tea... Beat? Let’s conclude our business here?” Will stood with his hand on Beatrix’s shoulder and transformed into his weapon form, ready to take down Funcoot and his crew. Funcoot was no idiot, and he had sharp wits that had seen him survive many perilous situations before. He could tell his visitors were plotting and was thus rather less than alarmed by Will’s transformation, and already turning on his heel, making for some form of escape. He called on his crew loudly to take care of the ‘guests’ with full intent on burning the house down from outside. Fire was the best way to deal with vermin... Fire was the best way to deal with everything.
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| KenpachiZara | Jan 26 2010, 04:08 AM Post #5 |
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Beatrix saw the twitch of Funcoot's face, and her eyes narrowed slightly. He wasn't slightly unhappy with this turn of events, apparently, managing to keep a straight face throughout. She mentally flicked through the notes in the file again, and recalled the nature of the relationship between the two. Neither was particularly fond of the other, apparently, and so Funcoot's ensuing speech of loyalty rang so hollow it almost hurt. She looked at Will as she finished her own tea, and smirked as she saw his grin. Indeed, it seemed that the pleasantries would end soon, and their fun would begin. She let Will say his bit, her grin growing. The false pledge of allegiance was a joke to Beatrix, and it was up to her and Will to deliver the punchline, and to collect on Funcoot's last debt to the organization. “It’s certainly been fun to see you again, although I can’t see, BLIND JOKE... Where was I ? Oh yes, fun and all that. Thanks for the tea... Beat? Let’s conclude our business here?” Beatrix grabbed onto Will as he shifted to gun form, and quickly took aim, firing a few blasts in Funcoot's direction before leaping up and back, flipping over the couch while the larger person slammed his fist into the couch, crushing the spot where she had been standing. She jumped back again, and quickly tried to analyze the situation while she dodged more attacks. So far, only the people in the room knew they were here to kill the troupe, so she had to take them down before a warning could be sent out. She tried shooting at the hook-handed man while springing back, finding her back against a wall, and she shifted her grip on Will, telling him to change into knife mode. Once the change was done, Beatrix jumped up, and kicked off of the wall, hopping off of the back of the couch again while trying to cut the huge man's throat in passing, at full possible distance. She was grateful for Will's reach in this form, and felt that cutting would be a more reliable way to silence the huge man than using spirit-gunshots.She had to defeat this duo quickly so that Funcoot would be given minimal time to set up his traps.
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| Imp of Chaos | Jan 26 2010, 01:15 PM Post #6 |
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Both shots fired straight into Funcoot’s somewhat narrow barrel-shaped chest and he was rocked back from the close proximity, pain flaring out. No doubt the shots were not fatal, and if he managed to get away he would recuperate, but somehow a sense of anger had ignited, and his eyes blazed with sinister intent. Scrambling to his feet with one hand clasped to said chest, he backed away from the fight, and towards a cabinet full of the best (and coincidentally also the worst) booze in the house, allowing his henchmen to deal with matters. The hook handed man attempted a parry with his left hook, swinging the right to catch the flying Beatrix. The knife pressed his hook up against his neck with the force of the blow, and a shallow cut was scored, causing him to stumble as the combatants parted, and turned to face each other. Hooky, unlike his boss, had no special powers as he was not a corrupted soul. Gently he pressed one hook against the cut on his neck and brought it away to view the blood that had come off on it. With an angry expression, but hardly any warning he sprang once more at Beatrix, hooks at the ready, when something gleamed in his eye, and his expression grew fearful. What he had seen behind Beatrix was Funcoot, with a curtain that was soaked in alcohol, along with several open bottles of the stuff. With a shout and a whumph he caused the curtain to ignite. The fire burned bright and made his expression manic. With his free hand, Funcoot tossed an open bottle, streaming alcohol, in Beatrix’s direction, before whirring the curtain around briefly and confronting the girl quickly, before she could get her weapon back to a gun. The whole thing made a satisfying roar as it greedily consumed oxygen, and he flung it towards Beatrix and Hooky, keeping a hold at one end and using it somewhat like a flail. He didn’t seem to mind that he could cause his consort untold damage and possibly death, and he also didn’t seem to mind that it was very likely that he would burn down the house. If the fire spread to the house, no doubt the rest of the troop would be roused by the smell of wood smoke. Will merely chuckled happily from weapon space, urging Beatrix to kill them slowly if possible. He wanted to hear their screams before they passed away, just because it seemed a waste to rush through things. Despite not being able to see what was going on, Will was also back seat driving to an extent, enthusiastically cheering on his partner. |
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| KenpachiZara | Jan 27 2010, 01:41 PM Post #7 |
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Beatrix smirked as she felt the blade cutting through flesh. It was only a nick, but it was enough to make the opponent respond emotionally. She kept her knife ready as he came towards her, but his fearful expression gave cause to worry herself. She could smell alcohol in the air, and noticed that Funcoot had stopped retreating. Turning on her heel, she saw him igniting the drenched curtain. She scowled at this, and her scowl only became more severe as Funcoot prepared to lob the bottle at her. She tried dodging the bottle and its contents, but failed on the latter though the hook-handed man was about as unfortunate, if not moreso. Beatrix didn't look back, instead jumping to the side. "I freaking hate alcohol," Beatrix said, spitting out some that had gotten into her mouth. In her mind, Beatrix could feel Will's persistent suggestion to torture them to death, and every moment, Beatrix was feeling more and more like that was what she wanted as well. As Funcoot brandished the curtain, and swung it at them, Beatrix ducked below, shifting toward the kishin egg. She felt a speck of sudden heat on her back, and ripped her jacket off, seeing the bright flames licking across it, and her bracer-bound knives revealed. She looked at the jacket for just a moment before immediately putting together a way to get rid of Funcoot's improvised weapon. Beatrix tossed the burning jacket at Funcoot, and tossing Will into the air. She quickly pulled out two of her knives, and threw them at the curtain, intending for them to land in an X position against the wall, pinning the curtain down. She caught Will after the throw, hoping that Funcoot hadn't taken the opportunity to launch a counterattack. She could feel the heat of battle catching up with her, however, and wondered if Will's nudging would end up sending her into a bout of berserker-like rage. She also wondered, briefly, if this would be more advantage or disadvantage. |
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| Imp of Chaos | Jan 28 2010, 06:14 AM Post #8 |
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Hooky fled. He could see the anger in Funcoot’s eyes and he knew what happened when the guy got that crazy. Unfortunately he was a little too slow, and spattered with alcohol, he found himself involved in a series of unfortunate events leading to his being set on fire. Shrieking and bellowing with pain as the fire ate through his clothes faster than he could discard them, he roused the rest of the house, before crashing through a boarded up window to the relative safety of outside, and rolling around on the hard, dirty ground in an attempt to stifle the flames that licked at his body. Those who were roused from the troupe made haste to follow his example and escaped the doomed building. The house was alternately dry as tinder, and damp from leaky pipes, meaning parts of the house soon caught alight while others smoked and smouldered in ways that suggested the steam coming from them was best not breathed in. Taking advantage of the cover of steam, Funcoot lurked, striking from the shadows, with only his crazed eyes easily seen, gleaming with anger and a fiery insanity. Whipping at Beatrix with his impromptu fiery curtain, the flames seemed to lick further than they should have, stretching beyond the bounds of the curtain to writhe in the girl’s face. They were, however, quickly driven back with Beatrix’s attack, and pinned to the wall, where the fire squirmed for a moment, as if alive, before dying. Howling with anger, Funcoot suddenly started bursting into flame. His eyes had already been bright like coals, but now his hair and eyebrows started to glow like lit incense sticks, and finally bursting to flames that swiftly covered his entire body until he stood, coated in fire. He flew at Beatrix and Will, and an intense heat flared from him, his fist clenched tight, was burning with a blue flame, as he concentrated his power. He would be paying dearly for the overuse later, but at least, he thought, there would be a later, after he burned these two kids to ashes. He let forth a flurry of open handed attacks at the meister weapon pair, each time creating something like a fireball of blue flame in his hand, and attempting to push it into his opponent, while at the same time attempting to dodge retaliatory blows. |
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