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| 御 Marcat | Jun 15 2013, 05:57 AM Post #11 |
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Aka. Best Person Ever
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The sound of upraised voices and footsteps was uncomfortably near now, it would be a matter of moments before the two knights would find themselves surrounded by a group of gang members. Of course, Corporal Cornelius Black knew this. The last thing he needed was for his cover to be blown after three months of hard work. He needed to get them to a secure area and brief Aiden. The sooner they were on the same page, the sooner they could move to secure their objective. "Follow my lead." He whispered to Aiden. Just as he finished his sentence, the door opened and through it, twenty men filed into the room, standing aside smartly. An old man hobbled into the room, Aiden would notice that he was the same old man who had recruited him, what's more, the same sadistic baldie was standing right beside him. The bald man's eye scanned the room, apparently looking for a corpse or something, his face seemed to fall when he realized the absence of a body. The men would bow steadily, as the old coot walked past them, stopping in front of Nathan and Aiden. Nathan bowed low. "Hello Sir." "Hello Nathan," The old man replied. "Has our friend done his duty?" "Yes sir." "Good, good. Our boy will need to be guided, would you help him, Nathan?" Nathan bowed low again. "Anything for you, Sir." The old man patted Nathan arm lightly, like an affectionate grandfather before turning around and leaving the room. His entourage exited after, but not before Baldie spared an angry glance to Nathan. Once they were gone, Nathan would breath a sigh of relief. "Right, this way, Sergeant." Nathan would guide Aiden outside the dungeon and back into the upper levels of the building, where everything was bright and pristine again. He would lead him through the maze of corridors and rooms before finally reaching the bar. It was a busy and crowded area, unsurprisingly, the tables and chairs were mostly occupied, with men sitting in large groups talking loudly and chattering. Everyone's voices seemed to be drowned out in the sea of voices, the sound of scraping chairs and clanking glasses. It was perfect, this way, no one could overhear their conversation, and and everyone was too preoccupied with their drinks to pay heed to the two men. Nathan quickly headed to a table and ushered for Aiden to sit with him. Once they were seated and comfortable, Nathan would proceed to brief Aiden. "Right, so here's how it is." Nathan began. "Three months ago, I was assigned to infiltrate this gang to monitor their activities and keep an eye on the balance of power in this area. The Dandelion Sector is a place we knights can never hope to control, but if we can keep the balance of power stable between the gangs, we can keep the Sector and its inhabitants safe... in a sense." "Anyway, two months ago, there a was device developed that could hack into any database and take the information, turning even the most secure systems into an open book. It was a combat device developed for the usage of our forces in war. Now they needed to transport the device to Chrysanthemum where it would be safe, but the geniuses down in HQ had this idea to make the the escort look like a civilian trading caravan. This gang has raided it and taken the cargo. Or course, with me being the closest to the scene, they told me that I was in charge of getting it back." "Now I've been watching them and it doesn't seem that they know what they have yet. But lately... they've been talking more about it... and I think they have a general idea of what it can do, even if they don't know the extent of it's capabilities." Nathan stopped for a moment, lost in thought. "Look, I've tried everything to get close to them...I'm open for suggestions." "IN THE RED CORNER, THE CHALLENGER." A voice boomed above Marcus, somewhere he couldn't see. He stood in a corner, his chest bared, hands already coiled with bandages. He stood in an arena of sorts, what looked like the bottom of an empty pool, with the sides above him walled off by fencing. A large crowd stood above him, roaring loudly at the fighters below. "IN THE BLUE CORNER, THE CHAMPION, THE MONSTER HIMSELF, THE BONE CRUSHER." The Bone Crusher certainly matched his name. He was a huge hulking man, with bulging muscles and a face that no mother could love. His hands were easily the size of Marcus' face. He grinned evilly at Marcus, he was missing a couple teeth. "FIGHT!" "I'm going to crush you into dust, pretty boy." The bone crusher sneered. "Let's go, meathead." The giant roared and charged at Marcus, holding his hands out ahead of him. But Marcus was faster. He rolled under the man's grasp, escaping his crushing hold. Marcus jumped back from the bruiser, keeping his distance before he could formulate a plan of attack. BC quickly recovered from his failed charge, turning around to grab Marcus in the face, but he simply weaved away from the attack. Judging from the way he was simply trying to grab Marcus, it was pretty clear clear that he was a wrestler of sorts. He wasn't exactly fast though, Marcus was easily able to dodge his attempts to get him. As it was, Marcus would not be able to take him head to head in a grappling match; even if Marcus happened to be stronger, BC would be much more comfortable in that kind of matchup, he could grind Marcus to dust like that. It would be best that Marcus use his speed to his advantage and try to pick him off, rather than hard engage him. What's worse was the crowd, they continued to roar and cheer from above. The BC seemed to thrive off it, but Marcus was distracted by it, it threw off his focus and made it difficult to think. They booed at them, angry that Marcus refused to fight. The Bone Crusher continued to try and grab Marcus, only for him to dodge, but he couldn't keep this up for long, eventually he would tire out or the Bone Crusher would get a lucky grab. Marcus narrowly evaded another charge, only to hit his back against the arena wall. "Shit." The Bone Crusher seemed to smile as he lunged for Marcus, but he ducked under his arms and punched him in the gut. The man seemed surprised by the force of the blow, his face becoming that of shock. Marcus used the moment of opportunity, he jumped and grabbed the railings above him, using his feet, he kicked the Bone Crusher in the face, pushing him away from Marcus. Marcus seized his chance, he rushed toward the larger man, seeking to push his advantage. He punched twice him in the face before he dodged a wild grab. Adjusting his stance, Marcus roundhouse kicked him in the side. Unfortunately, Marcus' luck ended there. One of the hulk's flailing arms managed to catch Marcus' arm and before he knew it, Marcus hit on the side of his head with a closed fist, dazing him and making his vision explode in color. The Bone Crusher laughed loudly, right before he slammed Marcus into the arena wall, where he slid to the ground and fell over. The crowd burst into uproar, the finally got their money's worth of entertainment. This newcomer wasn't too bad, but it seemed the Bone Crusher would have yet another victim to crush. Marcus lay on the arena floor, panting heavily, pain shooting down his spine. He spit a globule of blood on the ground. The Peacemaker was having trouble against this foe. |
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Jun 20 2013, 01:09 AM Post #12 |
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Stay the course.
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It was uncomfortable being in a room full of people willing to kill you at the drop of a hat. If either of these two were discovered that would certainly be the case. However, as they had successfully faked that man's death everything seemed safe, at least for now. Still, Aiden was used to being in a room populated with potential hostiles. That was his job, it was his calling, and more importantly it was where he thrived. He hardly flinched nor showed negative emotion, hiding his distaste and showing a clean, neutral expression. Although, it was arguably difficult to an extent to do so, as Aiden found this current predicament to be very far from his liking. Aiden remained silent, only nodding affirmatively to drive what Nathan was saying right home. In this case, there was little need for him to speak, only for him to go along with the situation. Anything else was mostly unnecessary. At any rate, after the old man and his entourage had left, but not without parting with a particularly nasty glance at the bald bastard, Aiden followed Nathan along. The knight had been lead outside a dungeon and back towards the upper interior of the building. The bright pristine decorations combined with the superior lighting was almost nauseating considering they had just been in a dank, dark dungeon. Their conversation about everything would be held here. Not Aiden's choice of prime locale, but it would have to suffice considering that everyone was much too busy to listen in on the conversation. Besides, there was way too much ambient nose and grumbling for anyone outside of arm's length to hear them. Seated at the table, Aiden opened his eyes and ears to Nathan. The blue-haired knight was eager to find out what exactly was going on here as the briefing had been incredibly vague, at least more vague than he ordinary. So far, Aiden could make guesses using prior knowledge but he wasn't exactly willing to rely on pure skepticism to complete this assignment. It was critical that he listened and paid attention as he would soon likely have to relay everything he would hear here to Marcus. "I know what you mean. I've spent my fair share of time in Dandelion in the past," the knight began, nodding his head. "It's not exactly the safest place but gang stability results in at least a modicum of peace. Everyone knows that when the equilibrium is broken only violence and bloodshed can ensue." "That wasn't the best idea, no..." Aiden replied, shaking his head about the usage of a civilian transport. "Creations like these are dangerous even in the right hands. I don't want to imagine it's fullest potential in the wrong hands. As for how to get it back? Right now, I'm nothing but a grunt, a foot soldier in this organization. We can only dream of getting close to it, that is unless we somehow prove ourselves and rise through the ranks. Though, I'm not sure we'll be able to do that before they figure out it's capabilities. Still, if it helps I didn't come here alone. I had a partner who is infiltrating things within the arenas. Maybe attacking from that angle could prove useful." |
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| 御 Marcat | Jun 24 2013, 03:11 AM Post #13 |
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Aka. Best Person Ever
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Aiden seemed to have a good understanding of what was going on which was perfect. The last thing Nathan needed was a higher up who shared the idiotic ideas of his peers. Yet the sergeant seemed just as stumped as Nathan was, but something else he mentioned piqued his interest. "Wait, you said you have someone in the arenas?" Nathan said, he paused for a moment, thinking to himself. "This is important. The Boss has a special interest in the fights… he likes to personally meet the victor afterwards… This could be our chance to get close to the Boss.” Nathan paused for a moment, as if remembering something. “We need to get down to the fight pits and find your partner.” He muttered. “You'd better hope he’s tough, his victory may be our only chance to find this device.” Nathan got up from his seat and beckoned for Aiden to follow him. “Follow me, sir. I’ll lead you to the fight pits.” Nathan would lead Aiden out of the bar and outside the building. Crossing a street, they would find themselves at another building; it was nothing spectacular, little more than hovel by the looks of it. Two burly men stood guard by the door. Nathan nodded to one of them as he approached them and the guards stood aside, and let the two knights in. They would descend a long winding staircase and with each step they took, they would hear the sounds of shouting and cheering growing louder and louder. Finally, they stopped at a large chamber area. They would find a large crowd of people of surrounding a pit-like ring, surrounded by a metal fence around the top of the pit. The crowd of people stood at the edge, shouting and cheering, all of them rich judging by the clothes they wore. They waved their hands and brandished money. Deep down in the pit below, Marcus was panting on the ground, struggling to get up after the beating he had just received from the Bone Crusher. Nathan pointed at Marcus. "Please tell me that isn't him." Luckily, the Bone Crusher seemed more interested in pleasing the crazy mob than killing Marcus, so the time he spent hyping up the ground was time Marcus used to recuperate. Unfortunately, no time he could get in the ring could fully prepare him for what was to come after. The Bone Crusher guffawed loudly as he watched Marcus try to get up, he kicked him hard in the stomach, throwing Marcus to the ground. Marcus coughed; the wind had been knocked out of him. The BC grabbed Marcus by the neck and lifted him, choking Marcus. He slammed him into the wall, baring hi teeth in a gleeful grimace as he watched Marcus’ face change color as he lost breath. He was halfway unconscious when he heard a familiar voice. “Marcus!” His eyes snapped wide open in answer. “You’re going to let yourself get beat by the likes of him?” Marcus growled angrily. “No.” With astounding difficulty, he raised his leg and kicked the BC in the face. The man grunted and tightened his grip on Marcus’ throat, but Marcus kicked him again, this time harder. It did the trick; Marcus felt the pressure on his airway lessen just a little, but it was all he needed. Marcus then reached up and grabbed the BC’s face, he scrambled with his fingers until he found his eyes and pressed hard with his thumbs. The man shrieked in pain as Marcus gouged his eyes, letting go of him, and dropping Marcus to the ground as the Bone Crusher clawed at his face. Taking his chance, Marcus charged at the larger man, spearheading him right in the gut. But the BC was still stronger; he grabbed Marcus by the chest and threw him aside. He slid on the ground, landing on his feet. Marcus watched as the man roared, trying to feel his eyes. He was in obvious pain, it seemed like Marcus had really hurt him. Yet as the man’s bloodshot eyes opened as narrow slits, Marcus knew that he had severely hampered his vision. The Bone Crusher would have a hard time finding Marcus now. The man blindly charged at Marcus, only for him to leap out of the way. The crowd booed loudly, annoyed by how sloppy the BC was becoming. Meathead raised his head at the noise, a look of worry on his face as he tried to look up at the crowd. Suddenly, it dawned to Marcus. The Bone Crusher needed to impress the crowd, they were his audience, and he had a reputation to upkeep. Marcus, on the other hand, had no such reputation to worry about. In spite of the pain that plagued his senses, Marcus managed to force himself to laugh at the Bone Crusher. He taunted him, goaded him, and challenged him to catch him. Each time the man charged or swiped at him, Marcus would simply weave away easily. The crowd’s discontent was becoming palpable now. They weren’t enjoying this. Then it happened, the opening that Marcus needed. The Bone Crusher seemed to sense Marcus and charged, lowering his head and raising his arms, like a bull. Marcus held his ground, ducked beneath his arms and grabbed him by the shoulder, hoisting himself up as the BC charged by. Marcus was now on the man’s huge back. He clenched his fists and began pounding on his skull, each strike like of the hammer swing. The man roared as Marcus pummeled his skull. He stopped and tried to reach up to grab Marcus, but he moved away, grabbing one of his arms and twisting it back, bending it in an unnatural angle. Finally, with a yell from Marcus, he broke the Bone Crusher’s arm, completely dislodging the joint. He was rewarded with a painful cry as the Bone Crusher cradled his arm. Marcus returned to hitting the man’s skull. Finally, after what seemed like ages, the Bone Crusher roared and fell to his knees. Marcus jumped off his back as he fell to the ground, nearly unconscious. The knight stood there, panting as he stood over the fallen form of the Bone Crusher. The crowd fell completely and utterly silent. |
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Jul 2 2013, 02:37 AM Post #14 |
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Stay the course.
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"That I did," the knight spoke, nodding in reply towards Nathan as he asked about his contact Marcus in the arenas. Fortunately, this could be their way in. Most mob bosses liked fights of this sort. In fact, every mob boss that Aiden had met so far had an interest in them, a lot of them even made their own. Aiden would know this quite well because he had to participate in two different fight pits. The first was based more around obstacles, although with the inclusion of lava, fire, and literal pits. The second was focused more on gladiatorial combat. Somehow, Aiden had escaped both times. The knight could only hope that Marcus had a glimmer of Aiden's luck when it came to escaping the odds. Still, Marcus had to survive the fights first. That, especially by yourself, isn't easy. Aiden was lucky enough to have a partner on both occasions. Shortly after, the two would make their way out of the bar and building and towards another building. It was rather dilapidated on the outside, though because of the presence of armed guards, Aiden was sure that within it was far different. After navigating a rather long and winding flight of staircase, which would have winded any ordinary men (fortunately, neither of these two were ordinary), they would hear a surge of ambient noise within which would only grow louder as they made their way further and further down. Mumurs turn to shouts and cheers, and soon enough they would find themselves at the bottom in a large chamber. A metal fence separated the pit fighters from the observers. Fortunately, this was mostly a spectator sport. At least, only as long as that fence held up. Aiden grimaced as he noticed who was fighting below. It was Marcus. "It's not him," Aiden joked for a moment, before briefly sighing and nodding. "Okay, it's totally him." "He'll make it through this. Trust me," Aiden spoke, sounding awfully confident. Truthfully, Aiden knew very little about how skilled of a fighter Marcus was, especially hand-to-hand. However, something about him told Aiden that he wouldn't lose so easily. Marcus was fighting for his life, and if he was as good as he was made out to be then he wouldn't lose out here. Right now, all Aiden could do was cheer him on. Smashing his fist against the fence, though not too hard as he didn't want to potentially break it open or knock it down, Aiden roared and cheered him on. "Pick yourself up, you fool! Don't tell me you're going to die here, are you?!" Fortunately, Marcus was able to push himself back up. Fighting dirty (though, Aiden probably would have done the same thing if placed into the same position), Marcus had blinded the large brute. Despite the booing crowd, Marcus kept his momentum up, finally catching onto him and wrapping himself around the brute's back. Marcus had deftly pounded his enemy's skull, before bending back and breaking the man's arm. After what felt like centuries, the brute fell over from repeated blows to the skull. "That was messy." |
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| 御 Marcat | Jul 5 2013, 10:44 PM Post #15 |
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Aka. Best Person Ever
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Marcus breathed heavily as he stood over the fallen form of the Bone Crusher. The hulking man was completely and utterly unconscious, the repeated blows straight to his skull had finally taken their toll on him. No doubt he'd need stitches for his head and a sling for his arm. Needless to say, the BC's fighting career is pretty much over. The crowd was still completely silent as they stared at Marcus rub his neck, still hurting from the chokehold. He stretched the strained muscles across his body. Without a word, Marcus turned and walked back to the door he came from and held his hands up to the guard. The man who stood by the door gave him a surprised look before handcuffing his arms and leading him out of the arena and back to his cell. Just as Marcus walked out, the crowd seemed to come back to its senses, like tiem had suddenly fallen back to its normal course. The people burst into a huge round of applause of cheering as the knight left. Though he knew this was no victory; he was still imprisoned, Marcus couldn't help but manage the faintest of smiles. More happy that he hadn't let down his family than anything else. Marcus was led back to his cell, had his handcuffs taken off and the door locked. Too tired to do anything, Marcus simply laid down in the cot and rested, letting the dull pain of his bruises and wounds wash over him, like a high evening tide. "Impressive." A man stepped out of the shadows, the same gang member who had threatened Marcus before. He held Iustitia over his shoulder, a disappointed look on his face, like he was sad to see Marcus still alive. Then again, he probably was. "I thought the Bone Crusher would kill you for sure..." Marcus sighed. "What do you want?" The man shrugged. "So your brilliant plan is to annoy me to death?" Marcus grumbled. "Because it's working." The man scoffed. "You were getting your ass kicked half the time, how'd you win?" Marcus grunted, turning in his bed so he had his back to the man in front of him. "I had something to fight for." The man fell silent, and Marcus heard the sound of footsteps, a door opening and then shutting once more. With that, Marcus fell asleep. Hearing Aiden wasn't exactly reassuring, perhaps it was the fact that possibly their only chance to get close the boss was getting beaten to pulp right in front of their eyes. Luckily though, Aiden's confidence was warranted, the knight had pulled a dirty trick and gouged the Bone Crusher's eyes out, before breaking his arm and knocking him out cold. Nathan relaxed, only just realizing that he had been gripping the railing so hard, his knuckles were stark right. He turned to Aiden, a brooding look on his face as he realized something. "You do realize that we're only grunts, right?" Nathan said. "I mean, even if your friend manages to get in close with the boss, we'd never be able to get close to the actual device. If we're going to get any information, we'll have to do so secretly." Nathan gave Aiden a questioning look. "How good are your espionage skills, Sergeant?" |
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Jul 13 2013, 04:05 AM Post #16 |
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Stay the course.
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It was good that the crowd ended up cheering Marcus on regardless of how he fought. No doubt it was dirty fighting, but dirty or not a victory was to be appreciated and celebreated. The knight had fought hard and deserved applause, even if his victory was fairly short-lived due to the reality of his situation. Marcus was still imprisoned down here and there wasn't much Aiden could do to help him out right now. At least, not in the immediate present it seemed. Aiden had glanced down at Nathan when he was observing, noticing how tense and nervous he was over watching the other knight fight against the Bonecrusher. It was a difficult fight no doubt, however the whole time Aiden knew that Marcus would someone, even if narrowly, crawl out with a victory slung over his shoulders. Still, that didn't meant that Aiden didn't let out a sigh of relief once the brawl was all over and done with. They still had a long way to go here. Nathan was basically right as well. Relying on Marcus to obtain information or the device would only get them so far. Neither of them could directly figure out where the thing was or even where to find clues on its whereabouts. At least, they weren't able to do so directly. Asking around was far too suspicious. Therefore, they had to go around sneaking about. Naturally, this wasn't Aiden's forte. Sneaking around is not the specialty of a man who is more likely to be found in a suit of armor more than equal his body weight. You can't exactly be quiet when every footstep is clunking about. However, to say he has no experience or capability in doing so is fairly erroneous. The knight recalled the few instances where he had to perform espionage or sabotage assignments. There weren't nearly as many as the direct assault or battle encounter assignments he had been on, but they were still there. Experience, no matter how little, is still experience. It was just fortunate that he it wasn't that little. In particular, the knight recalled a moment where he had to sneak into an enemy facility. Though, firstly he had to acquire a uniform in order to match. However, given that Aiden had already been initiated into this gang and organization he had already taken care of that side. After that, Aiden had to venture within and gather important intelligence before setting explosives to a weapons cache. It was far more straight forward and direct than this, but it didn't seem like it was outside of Aiden's abilities. "Not my specialty," the knight began, but he didn't speak without any trace of confidence. "But, I've done it before and I've managed to make it work. I can evade detection and gather information if that is what you're asking. Just tell me what I need to do and I'll get it done. Standard protocol, right?" |
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| 御 Marcat | Jul 16 2013, 06:02 PM Post #17 |
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Aka. Best Person Ever
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The loud sound of booming footsteps woke Marcus from his slumber. He shuffled in his sleep and got up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His cell and surrounding room were still the same dark gloomy they had been before he fell asleep. The man, the one who had been annoying Marcus this whole time, was nowhere to be found. The momentary nap had done him well. The wounds on his body had mostly healed, the pain had dulled considerably and he felt energized. Marcus had seconds to get out of the hammock and put on his clothes before the door swung open, and in stomped a large group of gang members. They marched in and filed on both ends, forming a two straight parallel lines. Marcus stood up and watched them, noting with interest just how similar the knights and the gang members were in their discipline. Between the two lines, an old man limped, leaning heavily on walking stick. Marcus recognized him immediately, the same old boss that had thrown him in the fight pits. If anything, this old geezer would've been responsible for Marcus's possible death. The knight made a feeble attempt to mask the contempt on his face as the old man approached the bars of his cage, knowing that this very man was his ticket out of here. The old man eyed him up and down like he was some sort of zoo animal he thought about purchasing. It only made Marcus grow angrier. The old man smiled at Marcus. "I knew that you wouldn't get beaten by the Bone Crusher, not with that look in your eyes. And thanks to you, I made quite the sum of money." Marcus clenched his fists, resisting the urge to reach across and strangle the boss. Somehow, he managed to spit out. "You're welcome." The boss nodded at the reply, as if expecting it. "Your skills are too potent for the pits, it'd be a waste. Yet last time I offered you to join me, you so rudely insulted me." A cruel look briefly crossed his face before being replaced by the same kindly look as before. "But hopefully, this fight has taught you a lesson. I'm going to ask you again and I'd hate to see you refuse again..." He fixed Marcus with a look, it was a cold hard glance. Immediately, Marcus caught his drift. If Marcus refused again, he'd keep him in the fight pits where he'd fight everyday against increasingly stronger opponents. He'd keep having Marcus fight everyday until eventually his weariness got the better of him and his body would give out. Hopelessness would consume him and he'd break down. Eventually Marcus would get killed in the pits with a man standing over his fallen body and the crowd cheering for the victor. It would be just like the gang member had threatened Marcus. Marcus took a deep breath. "Fine, I'll be honored to take your generous invitation." Nathan nodded at Aiden, despite him making it clear that espionage was not his forte', he still knew that a man of his caliber was more than capable of wrestling information. Surely Aiden hadn't reached the level of Sergeant without embarking on at least one or two assignments like this? "Standard protocol." Nathan said quickly. "I need you to go find and see if you can get anymore information from on that device. Find whatever you can, where it's located, what type of security they have for it and such. If possible, it'd also be best if you found a good way to get past the security and get this device without causing a ruckus." "I need to find this friend of yours and get him up to speed." Nathan saluted Aiden and then went off, leaving the Sergeant to start his solitary mission. Edited by Marcat, Jul 16 2013, 06:03 PM.
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Jul 26 2013, 07:57 PM Post #18 |
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Stay the course.
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Right now they would once again split-up. However, this time it was Aiden who was on his own with Nathan out looking for Marcus in order to properly inform him of what was going on. That was absolutely necessary as doing so might just give Marcus the hope he needed to go on. However, at this point Aiden didn't even know what Marcus' current situation was. As far as he could tell, Marcus was still going to be stuck in this gladitorial arena for a while longer. Fortunately, elsewhere and in reality that might not be the case. Still, regardless of that side's current events Aiden needed to embark on his own and take care of business. Or, in other words he seriously needed to get shit done. His disguise was done well-enough however the level of clearance and security that he actually had were pretty low. After all, Aiden was fairly entry-level in position here so even if he had a disguise it wasn't like he could have access to anywhere and everywhere in this organization's facilities. It wasn't that simple and nowhere near that convenient. Breathing a sigh, Aiden popped a cigarette and pulled out a steel lighter before sparking it, taking a deep inhale before breathing out a puff of smoke. Aiden seldom smoked but he couldn't say that he hated it, let's just say his rationalization for it was to blend in further. He couldn't be too clean cut if he was going to be playing this role. Pushing hair out of his face and donning a pair of sunglasses, Aiden had begun the prowl. As he moved, making sure to blend within the crowd, Aiden overheard a pair of men referencing 'that thing', but more specifically 'the boss' thing.' Now, that of course could mean countless things, several of which Aiden had no desire to even consider dealing with but he had to realize that there was a possibility that it was the artifact that they were looking for the whole time. Now, Aiden didn't necessarily know specific details but it was a potential lead and he had to play on it. Other than that, it's not like he had a major amount of clues or trails to follow. One of the men parted from the other. This was Aiden's opportunity. Aiden followed one who was moving towards a narrow corridor. He kept his footsteps silent, and as soon as nobody was around he grabbed hold of the men and shoved him against a wall before pulling him aside to an abandoned room and locked the door. The whole time, Aiden kept it so that the man never saw Aiden. "Where's this precious thing that your boss is keeping around?" At first, the man seemed reluctant to tell. However, soon he would feel the cold feel of steel against his temple. It wasn't a gun. It was Aiden's lighter but he wouldn't know that, would he? "Go on." Hopefully he wouldn't piss his pants. |
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| 御 Marcat | Aug 2 2013, 05:35 AM Post #19 |
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Aka. Best Person Ever
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The old man smiled, obviously pleased with Marcus' answer. "I knew you'd see it my way, dear boy." He raised his hand and gestured to two of his henchmen. The men stepped forward, pulled out a key that they used to unlock the cage. Marcus stood at the doorway, almost apprehensive to leave the confines of his prison. He was stepping into unknown territory where the slightest mistake could lead to his death. After a second of hesitation, he stepped out of the cage and stood in front the boss. The old man smiled. "Take care of our friend, just like his companion." Marcus tensed at the mention of his companion. So Aiden had gone through this as well, which meant he was successfully part of the gang. That was good; the Sergeant was now in position. Though he had to wonder what the boss meant when he said “take care of our friend”. The two henchmen stood on either side of Marcus, obviously assigned to escort him. One of them placed a hand on his shoulder. The knight grit his teeth, he turned to look at the henchman. “Remove the hand before I rip it off and stuff it down your throat.” He growled. The old boss laughed a loud hearty laugh. “You might want to listen to the lad.” The guard looked embarrassed as he took his hand off Marcus. Satisfied, the knight allowed himself to be lead out of the room and back up the through the building. They lead him through the same pathways that Aiden had seen. Marcus kept a close eye on the surrounding environment, a feeling a hatred swelling up in him as he saw the fruit of wrong doing in front him. It was wrong. Such inconceivable shouldn’t be rewarded, yet here they were rolling around in their own deeds like swine bathing itself filth. Marcus could almost taste the bile in his throat. As they rounded a corner to reach the dormitories, a black haired man who seemed to be in a hurry bumped into Marcus. “Sorry.” He grunted. “Excuse me.” He pushed through the three men and disappeared down the hall. The henchmen led Marcus into a room and left him there, locking the door, saying that they would return after an hour. Marcus explored the room and was pleased to find a shower, a new suit and some food. He took a long shower and put on the new suit, pleased to get out of his old sweaty clothes. Yet as he was moving his clothes, Marcus felt something in his pocket; he took it out and stared at it. It was a small folded piece of paper. The knight opened the paper and read the small scribbled words on it. Peacemaker, meet me in room 213. Marcus’ eyes widened; he called him Peacemaker. That was his famous title among the knights. This man clearly knew who he was. Could this person be aware of his mission? More importantly, was this person a friend or enemy? He had to know. Marcus ate the food hurriedly and ripped the paper into small pieces, scattering them about the room in small nooks and crannies. The door was locked but Marcus had learned a trick or two from his work experience. He went over and unfolded a coat hanger and stuck it in the keyhole. After a few minutes of picking the lock, the door clicked open. As quietly as possible, Marcus snuck out the room and crept around to find room 213. When he found the room, he paused and took a breath. Slowly, he knocked the door twice. “Come in.” Marcus opened the door and walked in. In the room, sitting behind a table was the same black haired man that had bumped into Marcus. “You…” Marcus started. The man smiled. “Yes, me. It’s nice to meet you, Corporal Faldin.” Marcus was taken aback, he even knew his ranking. But before he could say anything, the man stood up and gave him the typical knight salute. “I’m Corporal Black.” He said. “Please, sit down.” He gestured to the seat in front of him. Marcus sat down, still surprised by the sudden change in events. Corporal Black took the chance to give Marcus a quick rundown on everything that had transpired while Marcus had been imprisoned. “So where’s the Sergeant?” “He’s currently working alone, infiltrating the system to get some more information on this…thing.” “…Alright. So how do we steal this device?” Nathan folded his arms. “Well we won’t be able to simply waltz in and take it. They have too much security, we’d get killed.” “How about a diversion?” Marcus prompted. “We can redirect their attention, and then steal it when they’re preoccupied.” “It’d have to be quite the distraction.” Marcus looked at a clock that was hanging on a wall. “There isn’t much time, I have to get back to my room before they find out I left.” He stood up. “I’ll stick with the boss, bide my time. Meanwhile, try to rendezvous with the Sergeant and see if you two can come up with a suitable plan to divert their attention. Contact me when you’re ready, I’ll divert their attention while you and Aiden make a run for the device.” He shook hands with Nathan. “Good luck.” Marcus left room 213 and headed back to his own room. The man didn’t piss his pants when Aiden grabbed him but he nearly did when the felt the steel against his head. He breathed a couple of times before he spoke, trying to calm himself; his breath was shallow and quick. A small rod-like object was clutched in his grasp. It was quite high tech in design, like a cross between rifle and spear. He held the item like he hadn’t the scantest idea what do with it. It looked foreign in his hands. “I-I- I don’t know.” He tried, but with Aiden’s prompting he blurted out. “Alright, alright, just don’t hurt me!” “…Jus- just follow the hallway until you reach the gargoyle statue.” He said. “Just let me go…please.” Regardless what Aiden did with him, and should he follow the instructions, he would find a large hulking statue of a gargoyle. It had its teeth bared in a sort of gruel grin, with its claws raised and wings flared to take flight. It looked startling authentic. What the man hadn’t told Aiden was that he needed to press a certain part of the gargoyle to open the path. It would require strong observational skill and thorough thought for him to correctly open the way. Oh, and did I mention that the wrong move could trigger an alarm system that alerts the whole base of what Aiden was doing? Yeah, that too. Edited by Marcat, Aug 3 2013, 07:33 AM.
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Aug 14 2013, 11:55 PM Post #20 |
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Stay the course.
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People often grew compliant when faced with threats of violence or death. This man wasn't much of an exception to that guideline. That made it quite easy on Aiden, as he didn't necessarily feel like hurting this man for no apparent reason. Though, he might end up having to knock him out after all this in order to make a clean getaway and escape with the information he had acquired. After hearing what he needed to hear, Aiden promptly thumped the man on the back of his head with his fist. Of course, Aiden held back quite a bit as a full powered blow to such a sensitive area with his sheer strength would no doubt cave in the back of his skull. Nevertheless, the man was quickly knocked out and discarded in a back room. Can't have any loose ends, now can we? Though, Aiden only hoped that he wouldn't regret not killing him. Maybe he had hit him hard enough to make him lose his memory? Wondering if that might actually work, Aiden turned and slapped him on his head once again. Just slight brain damage... Yeah, that could work. Maybe. In any case, Aiden doubted the guy was lying. Right now, he didn't have any other leads and the man seemed truthful in fear. So, the knight in disguise made his way down the hallway and moved along it until he reached the aforementioned gargoyle statue. Its teeth were bared in a rather disgusting facial expression, looking quite authentic with its pose. Aiden didn't need any other information to realize that this gargoyle possessed some sort of hidden switch or button, something that he would press to reveal a hidden path. That was usually how these things went. Aiden knew quite well that criminal organizations, hell pretty much everybody actually, loved to use these sort of mechanisms. If Aiden had a secret hideout, he would probably use a metric shit ton of hidden mechanisms like this. Now, as for where such a thing might be? The statue itself was dusty in some parts, however some parts were less so. But, moreover there were fingerprints along certain areas of the statue. The knight drew in a large breathe, before quickly blowing on the statue. Having such large stamina was quite useful as it gave him significant lung capacity and powerful lungs. Not like he could blow out a tornado from his mouth, but the point remains the same. By doing so, he blew off much of the dust, except for the prints which were pressed down into the statue through the oil found on hands and fingers, which also would have smeared onto the statue itself. |
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