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[Graded]Light Up The Night; The Man in The Hood Part 1
Topic Started: Jun 2 2014, 06:40 AM (1,016 Views)
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The gunment were out of commission for the most part. Save for one -- the guy who pulled the trigger first. People really do hate running from responsibility after all. Shaking his head, Artorius secured his sword, sheathe and all, back onto his back before he bolted out of the bar, dashing towards the front exit of the bar and pushing anyone and everyone out of his way. This guy shot up a bar, hurt maybe a half-dozen or dozen innocent bystanders and patrons, and threatened his own life. He doesn't do that simply for no reason. Artorius was going to find him and question him, and then he would find out why whether the bastard liked it or not.

The guy was agile, showing some graceful footwork of his own, even having a clear path of retreat which showed familiarity with the city's layout. The man went for the fire escape, but Artorius instead scrambled up the same building's drainage pipe before pulling himself up and over the ledge onto the roof. As he pushed himself up, Artorius noticed the man running for dear life across the rooftops. "Nothing like a chase to sober you up," Artorius groaned as his hands hit the surface of a air conditioning unit and swung his legs over before speeding up the chase.

After leaping from another roof Artorius was suddenly caught off guard as a flurry of bullets whizzed over his head, one scraping across his arm and tearing through clothes and flesh. A minor wound, but it now told him that this guy wasn't just running, he was luring Artorius into an ambush where a half-dozen gunmen now stood. Ducking and rolling across the roof towards a solid brick chimney, Artorius waited patiently as the firing continued. Meanwhile, the chimney oozed some warm smoke which smelled vaguely of applewood. "Much obliged..." he spoke as he began draining the smoke, pulling it into his mouth and then down into his gut.

Once the firing stopped, Artorius dashed out of cover, rolling and tumbling towards another piece of cover that protected half his body in the form of another air unit. Throwing his fist forward, a solid stream of smoke burst forth before it separated into three, impaling and flooring the three men it struck. Three were left, and there was still the first guy from before.
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After incapacitating the men that had been left to her Artesia stood rather triumphantly before them and with a turn of her head and a shrug of the blades she still held the woman looked to where she had assumed Artorius would still be standing. Lips parted and a word already on its way out she looked to say something to her comrade, it wasn't to be though. The man's back was all she caught as he dashed out of the building in hot pursuit of what was no doubt the leading man behind the attack on the bar, or at least the leading figure of the goon squad that had performed it anyway.

A short and rather amused scoff from the red head as she thought on just how reckless the man was being to dart out through the streets in chase of someone who no doubt would have friends somewhere. Most would know that if authorities showed up you would need a route to flee through and it made sense to have allies waiting along it. Of course Artesia didn't think the man was silly enough not to know this, if anything she could see the same somewhat brash and impulsive nature she had within him.

What else was there to do but to follow him?

The chase from the bar through the street quickly lead to a fire escape and as per what was the usual a race across rooftops followed. Artesia might have had a disadvantaged start to the chase but thanks to her agility and speed the woman was within sight of Artorius as he ducked for cover from spraying bullets. Watching as he was forced to move the woman mirrored it rolling forwards avoiding the shots that were still coming right at her. Picking up the scent of the smoke in the air and seeing it spilling from the chimney atop the same rooftop as them Artesia felt a laugh building within her, it was the laughter that came from knowing just what was coming and just how wrecked and surprised the poor fools facing it would be.
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Three men left. Four if you counted the triggerman. The numbers didn't matter to Artorius. He had been in on this game for far too long. He honestly couldn't remember how many times he had felt bullets whizz by his face and head, how many times his life hanged on the edge of a razor. It was a thin line that he walked, constantly straddling both life and death, but this time felt different. It wasn't for him. Not for a mark or a paycheck, no trophies to add to his collection, but it was something he had to do, as another son of this city that never sleeps.

Brandishing his sword, Artorius charged forward while constantly swerving and zig-zagging in order to throw off their aim. Their automatic weapons fire was the staccato, and his boots the thumping drums and bass, all as the neon signs illuminated his charge. He was frightening as he moved, constantly in pursuit of his prey like a hunter chasing them to the ends of the earth. Magic was not the only thing he learned in the Lancarri, and he shared his skills with them, sliding beneath a hail and volley of gunfire, narrowly avoiding death.

The friction tore at his legs as he slid forward, but he was not the victim here, instead knocking one of the gunmen down to the ground before he rolled back onto his feet and spun on his heel, whirling about a mass of muscle and steel. Blade met flesh and subsequently drew blood, cutting the throat of a gunmen. He died unceremoniously, with rhythmic spurts of blood and muscular spams until his body fell limp like a marionette with its strings cut.

The last one stepped back to raise his gun to bear but his grip suddenly loosened as his arms were severed from his body in a single sweep. As he fell to his knees, Artorius slashed through his spine, delivering the coup de grace. They had all fallen, but one remained still on the ground, desperately reaching for his gun. A throwing knife to the eye sealed the deal.

Silently, Artorius encroached upon the position of the first triggerman. He spelled the end for many innocent people by shooting a bar up like that. Artorius had no problem cutting down a bunch of murderers, even if he fell to the same level as them in the process. He was paralyzed with fear as Artorius struck his hand forward, catching the man by the throat before shoving him hard to the ground.

"Dandelion is full of shit but there's no way regular scumbags like you regularly get access to guns like these," Artorius spoke as he held the man down with a boot heel over his chest. Ominously, the man's hood covered his head and a dark shadow was cast over his face. It was a grim visage for sure. "Whether you like it or not you're going to answer this question."
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Normally there wouldn't have been much keeping Artesia from leaping into the front lines and fighting, regardless of if she was needed or not wouldn't have mattered. Yet for reasons she wasn't aware of she found herself desiring to observe what would unfold from the shadows. She'd sensed it from the moment she'd been run into him in the alleyway; there was something different about the Artorius that was before her and the man she had grown used to. The serious overtone to his every word and a dark cloud which hung over him were but the tip of the iceberg as far as Artesia could tell. He felt distant, not taking her words said in jest and replying in kind like he usually would or flirting back with her when she gave him such open invitations to do so. There was definitely something eating away at the man, the question was; could she help him to shake it?

As she watched Artorius charge into battle atop the rooftop Artesia watched as his strikes effortlessly took down his enemies in the usual manner, yet there was something different, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. It was concerning and yet it wasn't as though there was much time for her to dwell on it before things were well and truly settled between the clashing forces she'd been watching. Devastated and defeated the gunmen lay broken and bloodied on the ground as Artesia emerged from the shadows and approached the lone figure that was still able to speak.

As Artorius roughed him up a little bit the red head set her sights on one of the weapons that still lay in the hands of a breathing and heavily wounded young man. In the corner of her eye she caught the ever so slight motion of his hand as he tried his best to tighten his grip upon it for whatever reason, there was no way he'd have been able to sit up let alone aim the damn thing given his injuries. Regardless of whether or not he posed a threat to Artorius however Artesia stomped her foot down hard upon the hand crushing it as she walked alongside him before crouching down and taking it away from him by force.

"I'm afraid I have to agree with my friend here," Artesia said as she approached. "These guns you've got aren't half bad, so much so that it kind of leaves one wondering just how you got your hands on them, doesn't it?" She added before coming to stand beside the man, her figure looming over him. Despite the threat that was ever present to the man he didn't seem too keen to just open up and start blabbing about what the pair with him wanted to know, something that straddled the line between admirable and foolish.

Rolling her eyes the woman took several steps around the man so that she stood at his head and crouching down she leant in just enough that her hair draped downward tickling at his face framing her features, "Look around you." She said in a soft and almost eerie way that had the man doing just that. His eyes darted around him to see his friends and comrades bleeding, broken and dying. The sight filled him with fear, so much so that his lips began to tremble and part as he looked for words he wanted to say, a sight that caused Artesia's own to curl as she straightened herself back up.
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At the end of the day this guy would talk. It was simply a matter of how easy he would make it on them. He could spit it out nice and easy for them, or Artorius could break all his fingers and toes, maybe cut them off, until he talked. Either way, Artorius would make sure of that one way or another. Luckily, he spat it out for them, so eager to sell out his employer or vendor.

"I don't know who sold it to us!" he stammered, his voice coarse and ragged before Artorius elicited a cry of pain and agony from the man as he stepped hard on his hand, crushing and snapping the bones.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Artorius grumbled as he shifted his weight further onto his foot.

"He wore a mask, a mask! We didn't see him! He just made us an offer at the docks. Advanced guns for a low price, that's all I know!" he cried, his voice heavy as the fear of death weighed upon him. As Artorius shifted his weight once more onto his foot, breaking his hand further, he cried out once more, blurting the location out for Artorius to hear. "The docks, okay, the docks...! He's doing another trade tomorrow night at 3 a.m.!" He practically pissed himself at that point, and then a second later it became literal.

"Okay, I told you everything. What're you going to do with me now?"

Artorius turned back towards the man, his eyes glimmering like cat's eyes in the darkness, luminescent but nonetheless terrifying. His teeth were bared, lips curled into a Cheshire grin. This is what happens when a man born villain plays the hero. "Make an example out of you," he spoke, voice trailing off as he drew a cord of rope from his pocket and unraveled it. Quickly tying a noose and then securing it onto his neck. Dragging him over, Artorius secured the other end to a pole and then tossed him into an alley. His neck broke with an audible snap. His corpse would serve as a warning to those who frequented this alley, the same alley that the two had been in not too long ago. It was a common crossroads for not just thievery, but especially drug dealing and murder.

"I'm not going to ask you to get involved, Artesia. But I'm not letting those guns flood into the streets." Without anything else to say, Artorius left, bounding from the rooftop after sheathing his blade. He had a lot to think about right now, but one thing for certain is he knew what he had to do tomorrow night.
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Acting rather irresponsibly with the weapon she'd taken from the hands of the gunman earlier Artesia waved it about in a manner that pretty much meant it could go off at any moment and shoot the poor man before her in rather precarious places. Artorius added some extra 'pressure' of his own and it didn't take long before they had what they wanted spilling from their new informant, along with some extra neither wanted anything to do with. The information the pair received was rather disturbing given the nature of it and the weight of what it carried with it, something that neither missed as their minds ticked over. As much as they'd gained from the man there were questions to go along with it though, it was too bad it was more than obvious that he wouldn't have held the answers.

It was now known that there was someone at the docks who would at three o'clock in the morning the following day trade more weapons for seemingly less than they were worth and to anyone at that rate. What wasn't known was why, what were they getting out of the trade? It was unlikely that someone with the weapons they had would be eager to sell them for less than their value, there had to be something more to it. Were they out to get the place through the chaos and bloodshed they knew those who got their hands on the weapons would cause, or was it something less generalised than that?

Thinking on these very things Artesia looked to her companion as she distanced herself from the man who was forming a rather grotesque puddle of urine beneath himself. Something didn't feel right to the woman and one to trust her instincts on things she wasn't about to ignore it. Still was it the deal she'd just heard about it that had her the most concerned or was it the man she watched tying a rope around another's neck? The red head was far from a timid person nor was she against killing however she couldn't help but see a change within the man before her. Before he would have likely left the man cowering in his own urine to spread word of those that defeated them however this time he seemed to feel as though using his corpse as an example was for the best, something was pushing the man over an edge and not knowing what was unsettling.

As Artorius dragged the screaming man over towards the edge of the rooftop the urine his clothes were soaked with and which was still streaming from his body trailed along behind him in quite the pitiful sight, something which alongside his cries ruined what pride he could have gone out with. While she might not have killed the man herself in the current situation Artesia was far from thinking he was worth the air he breathed in, shooting up a bar of innocent people was low, so low you deserved what came to you. As the neck of the man snapped and the rope bounced Artesia had taken up her spot beside Artorius at the edge of the roof and just like old times she figured they would figure out what they were going to do next. You can imagine her surprise and annoyance when that never came and instead she found herself left standing there in the chilling night breezes to watch him leap away into the distance.

The longer she thought on what he'd said to her right before legging it the angrier the woman became.

"I'm not going to ask you to get involved, Artesia. But I'm not letting those guns flood into the streets."

There was something insanely irritating about what he'd said to her. She was involved and since when had they ever not tackled things they were both involved in together? Did he really think she would just turn a blind eye to it? Perhaps what was the most frustrating of all though was the feeling of a forced distance being created, something she was far from alright with having pushed upon her. They'd been through a lot, as if she'd let someone who was showing the signs of instability leap into such a heavy situation alone.

As if she'd let HIM leap into it alone.
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Artorius could tell without even looking at her or hear utter a single word that she would be there. Truthfully, he didn't want her there. Not because he didn't trust her. He trusted her, more than most by a long shot. She was reliable, and he knew she would have his back in some of the worse situations possible. They went way back. However, if something happened to him, if Artorius wound in a situation where he had bit off far more than he could chew then he'd rather not drag anyone else into his problems. Artorius had been responsible for many deaths, and he had buried many people. Burying a friend was too much of a burden to bear. Artorius didn't want to have another one to add to that list.

Nevertheless, as he sat in his lonely, isolated apartment he toiled over his desk. It held a menagerie of items and tools. His daggers, endless knives -- for throwing and up close, caltrops, wire, smoke bombs, and his lockpicking set. Tonight, all of these things were needed, but not for profit or a job. But because he felt he had a responsibility, a duty, a purpose as a son of this city.

Artorius donned his garb piece by piece over his undergarments. An ashen gray coat, darkly colored pants, then covered by plates of composite alloy. First the leg plates and greaves, then the breastplate, shoulders, and finally the gauntlets. His strapped his gear on to himself through pockets and pouches, secured around his belt which wrapped around his waist. After everything was secure, he rolled his shoulders, readying himself. The man pulled his hood over his face, casting a dark shadow over his facial features, and then placed a cigarette in his mouth.

With a spark, it lit aflame. He was ready to light up the night.

A secret exit lead him out of the complex and then finally towards the city. A climb through a fire escape brought him skyward on the rooftops. He stayed in the shadows, leaping from roof to roof, and soon the docks came into view. It was quiet, motionless save for the wind, but he knew this was the right place. All that was left was to wait for the transaction.
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Part of Artesia had been disappointed when she hadn't been able to spend the usual time drinking and problem solving with Artorius before their adventure, she enjoyed the time they spent together and it would have been a good idea to go into this 'operation' on the same page. At least that was how she rationalised the emotions she felt as the time towards the arms deal ticked closer and closer, his desire to work alone was irritating. She might have known why he had practically told her not to get involved and yet since when had that ever stopped them from working together before? In fact one could say the pair often sought out trials and danger together, this sudden change was far from desired, or at least in Artesia's books it wasn't anyway. She didn't like being pushed away, or at least not in this instance.

Hopefully she could avoid slugging the man the moment she saw him next in an attempt to knock some sense into him because it was exactly what she felt like doing as she sat tending to her gear in preparation. Then again, perhaps it was exactly what he needed.


Pre-emptively at the docks after having scoped out the most likely location for the deal to take place Artesia's figure was crouched atop a rooftop hidden behind the large brick chimney that the factory held. The winds that the morning carried were chilling and laced with the scent of smoke from the fireplaces burning all around the town, something which she couldn't help find fitting considering just who she was waiting on to arrive. A lone ship sat at rest in the dock near the factory and considering the situation it seemed strangely likely it was the one which the weapons had been carried upon. There had been no signs of the people responsible as she waited but she had gotten there earlier than the deal had been specified to take place, perhaps everyone was merely punctual?

With her back resting against the brick chimney of the rooftop and her legs outstretched in front of her as she sat Artesia watched the rooftops around her for Artorius, something she was glad she'd done for if not she might have missed him coming up upon her location. Looking bored out of her mind and yet still clearly attentive the woman wouldn't move a muscle upon her companion's arrival other than to raise her head and lean it back against the brick behind her so her face would show from beneath her the hood of her body length jacket. It was similar to the one she wore the very first time she'd met the man and yet it held slight differences thanks to the fact she had to have it made from the memory of her tailor friend after leaving it at the Vagabond that night.

Moments after Artorius arrived and breaking the silence of the night the sound of feet upon pavement grew, there were clearly numerous people converging upon the location the pair were upon. "Looks like the party's finally getting started." Artesia said quietly before dragging herself from her position to a crouching one, from which she could overlook the goings on below them.
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Movement within the docks below began to signal that it was time for them to act. Men were quietly pouring in and falling into place, prompting Artorius to move forward, silently stalking like a predator in this urban jungle. The men were armed on both sides, though one side possessed far superior firepower than the other, wielding handguns and pistols while their counterparts slung larger automatic firearms in their arms. Additionally, the side which wielded inferior weapons were dressed for the part, appearing to be ordinary thugs that you can find on any Dandelion streetcorner. The party which was clearly selling them firepower, on the other hand, wore tuxedos and sunglasses. Among them was a most peculiar man, his face covered by a mask of metal in the form of a skull, its features obscured by the hat he wore on his head.

Soon enough, they began to bring out their product -- large crates filled with weapons of all sorts. Grenades, RPGs, conventional firearms, the works. The sheer scale was terrifying. These weapons could not be allowed to fall into the hands of ordinary thugs who already terrorize Dandelion's streets. For certain, this gang that was making the purchase would go after the territory of their rivals and blood would openly spill onto the streets at a rate unforeseen. Artorius grit his teeth and balled his hands into his fists, but he kept his cool, sharpening his focus to a razor's edge.

"Follow my lead,"
he spoke quietly, his voice laced voiced with grit. Before long, he moved forward into position. Drawing a throwing knife, he expertly hurled it forward, breaking a lacrima power transformer, causing the lights to flicker once before finally fading out. The men below wavered, reaching for their guns, thinking they were being raided by the police, or perhaps they thought they were selling each other out. Either way, after the darkness the next thing they would see was smoke. A spherical metal canister was tossed between them, rapidly dispersing and creating a cloud of smoke. Leaping from the shadows, the man in the hood appeared.

Placing his hands together, magical power glowed and surged forward as he dodged stray gunfire. In the smoke, they couldn't dream to hit him accurately, in fact they weren't doing themselves any favors as they were tearing each other part in the crossfire. Yet, he put them down swiftly as a huge blade of solid smoke magic appeared from his hands. Then, with a wide circular swing, many of them were struck down. But many still remained.
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As the wooden lids were pried from crate after crate to display the goods that were on offer to the thugs of Dandelion Artesia found a brow of hers being raised at their quality. Not only did this mystery dealer have a massive quantity of weapons on hand but they were also of quality you wouldn't see selling for what anyone around here could afford. Surprised as the vast assortment of ways to kill one another on offer the woman found herself falling deeper into the desire to figure out just what was going on.

The man leading the group from offshore wore a mask that while obscuring his identity made him quite the curious case, who was he? Not just any arms dealer would have access to what was on sale here and yet she'd never heard of this guy, or at least not before the night before. As shady as the deal being put to them was the thugs of Dandelion seemed willing to take the risk for the power they'd gain, for the ability to wipe out their enemies and opposition, to kill hundreds; something she was sure they'd regret soon enough, with a little help from of course.

Talk began to fly around below the eyes that watched them from above and as it did both knew it was time to act, their prey was occupied and distracted. Artorius was the first to desire action, something she'd expected of him given his behaviour. The man would make quite the grand entry as he tossed down a smoke bomb of sorts to conceal his form and using it Artesia made the silent leap of her own into the air above them all. Bullets were well and truly flying from both sides of the transaction as they sank into the depths of distrust and fear, was one side betraying the other? In a good show of just why those without a brain shouldn't be given guns men were shot down by their fellow victims and amidst it all Artorius used what he had available to him to remain free of holes.

In the cold night air above the chaos Artesia's figure swept through the air, propelled from her leap from the rooftop she was directly over top the smoke below as she spotted her companions movements. "Like shooting fish in a barrel." She said under her breath as her lips curled just enough for the moonlight to glint from her left canine. With both hands the woman reached for the knife belts on her thighs and with powerful motions proceeded to shoot down the figures she could make out within the smoke. It was easy to know which was her companion and so; all the rest were fair game.

One by one countless men around Artorius would fall to varying wounds as their bodies were pierced by projectiles from the outside. If he looked up for even a second he'd see the figure of his cloaked companion standing upon a platform of solid darkness, the length of her coat billowing in the night breeze as she watched below with hawk like intensity. There was one figure amongst them all she sought to track, the one responsible for the entire thing, there was no way she would let him slip away in the chaos if he sought to do so.

Artorius wasn't the only one that would spot their second attacker in the air above them, the same went for anyone else that looked up. Her face obscured by the shadow cast by her hood all that could be seen of her identity was the few crimson tresses that blew within the breeze which he saw more of as her head snapped in his direction. Locked onto him Artesia's gaze could be felt across the distance to the man and as he looked back to her the masked man could feel his heart beat growing so intense he could feel it thumping in his head. The body he had under his control was fuelled with adrenaline beyond even that of the initial attack as he realised there was more than one assailant.

Just who the fuck were these hooded figures ruining his entire operation?
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