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[Completed]a bunch of greased up dudes; they're all slippin and slidin around it's good times, really
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The portly man flinched in response to the attack, raising his hands up to protect himself.

"W-w-what do you want? P-please don't hurt me, I'm just a c-c-cog in the machine. I'm not anyone i-important," his breathing labored, the man began to grasp at his chest. Tears began welling up in his eyes. Why did he have to get into this line of work? He's an accountant, not a gangster. Closing his eyes, The portly man began praying under his breath to whatever higher power would listen.

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In the Lobby below, hundreds of casino patrons and staffers piled out of the building, trampling over each other to escape. Some were frozen in a state of shock, some cowered underneath the tables, some were even filming the event on their phones. Several of the gang members and security guards were now lying incapacitated on the floor in agony, their blood barely noticable on the crimson carpeting.

In the chaos, the defending champion Gamahn had managed to take the upper hand in his title bout. With a quick movement, he overthrew the stocky Erstol. No longer struggling under the immense weight of his aggressor, Gamahn dug his forearm into his opponent's neck. Erstol did his best to thrash around and struggle from the giant's grasp, but found it difficult with his oxygen supply cut off. A few moments later, his arms fell limp. Unconscious and defeated. Gamahn the great thrust his fists into the air and delivered a mighty victory howl. With that, the fighting seemed to cease. Members of both sides looked in awe at the blue king. Even Muerte, who currently was choking out not one but two of the infantrymen, was for some reason enraptured by the old man's display.
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"Oh, please stop your bellyaching," Jacob murmured as he scooped up the sheaf of papers, flipping through them. He was adept at glossing over text and picking up the salient points, and what he gleaned this time was...interesting. Definitely something to hang onto for another day. "I'm not going to do anything to you. Really,
you're nothing like my type, and I'm not the type of person who hurt someone who hasn't earned it."
He smiled as he gathered the papers together with his free hand, then looked about for a convenient carrying case. "But! I'm taking these. And you're going to be a smart and useful cog and keep your mouth shut about it. Shred some random scrap so that your clockmaker things you destroyed them." He gave the rotund man a cheery smile, but the kind that had a hidden edge to it sharp enough to cut glass.

"You want to be helpful, after all. Right?"


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Down below in the casino floor, the blue king's victory howl was a sight to see. And short-lived. Even before he finished, the doors burst open (again) and black-clad men raced into the room, all of them shouting variations on "Get down," "Get on the floor," and "Drop your weapons!" Worse, they were brandishing weapons. Mostly truncheons and shields, but there were the squat black profiles of riot guns as well.

The police had arrived.

There were two ways that your average mobster responds to the police when it is across bared swords. The more sensible path is to run away. But, flush on his victory over his hated rival, Gamahn took the second, stupid path. Sweeping his arm wide, he indicated the arriving police and shouted.

"Throw these bastards out of my casino!"
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Desperately nodding his head, the spineless pawn did as he was told. He grabbed whatever files he could and began stuffing them in the paper shredder as fast as he could. He wouldn't question what the stranger intended to do with the papers they stole. He was merely happy to be alive.

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As the doors flew open, Muerte's grip on the two men had slacked. The whine of the siren was just faintly audible, and the stomping of boots drew his attention. Law and order threatened to quell his entertainment, and that just wouldn't do. The outlaws that remained standing put aside their differences to battle against their shared enemy. The despicable regime whose foot crushed any and all independence. In formation, the troops advanced upon the bandits, and as Gamahn set free his call to arms, they brandished their weaponry.

Noticing the change in atmosphere, Muerte slid behind a roulette table. Several others followed suit. Tear gas flew, and the SWAT team took positions. The shielded men charged in while the riflemen unloaded a covering fire. Screams of terror and gunfire overwhelmed the senses. Seizing an opportunity, Muerte snatched a stack of tokens and poured them into his left hand. They weren't quite as hefty as his lucky rocks, but they'd do just fine. Winding his mighty arm back, Muerte unleashed the token at one of the riflemen, aiming for his exposed face. The trained soldier was swept off of his feet, the chip utterly dismantled his nose. The impact left him writhing in pain on the floor, coughing up blood with a circular imprint left in the center of his face.
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"Thattaboy!" Jacob cheered as he rummaged around the room. Finally, he uncovered what was presumably Gamahn's attache case - a garish thing of cream leather and gleaming gold fastenings - and stuffed the papers he wanted to hang onto inside. It wouldn't occur to him until much later to ask about what the case's combination was (and by that point it would be far too late). "Nice to see somebody around here knows how to take a hint." He left the fat man stuffing papers into the shredder. After a couple moments more of looking for anything else that caught his interest, he gave the fat man a cheerful wave and headed back for the stairs.


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The fall of the SWAT officer did not go unnoticed. The other officers - and there seemed to be more of them wherever you looked - that weren't occupied dealing with mob enforcers turned toward where the big man was taking cover. Clearly they considered him a significant threat. Shields were up, and they were making their way toward Muerte's hiding spot...
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An explosion could be heard at the bottom of the stairs down the hallway followed by a pack of stomping feet. As Jacob made his way down the stairs he'd just catch a glimpse of the last couple officers rushing past to support their allies inside. One officer however was left behind shouting into a walkie talkie as he oversaw the deployment of his men. Though distracted, his attention was eventually grabbed by the rabbit. Though he initially took the figure for a civilian, he couldn't help but notice the strange gauntlet she wore and his instincts took over.

"Stop right there, ma'am!" he barked, reaching for his service weapon. But he'd taken too long to notice, and the incredible speed of the rabbit boy was too much for him. Jacob would bundle off in victory, barefooted, clutching his prize.

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None of the combatants on the scene had the time to fully comprehend exactly what Muerte just did, but nonetheless they reacted. The police force instinctively focused their efforts on him, pinning him down at his roulette table by unleashing a barrage of rubber bullets. The impact of which was causing the corner of the table to chip off. Muerte's would be teammates noticed this change and used the opportunity to make a statement of their own. As the Shielded operatives closed in on Muerte's position, several of the gang members began firing off in a coordinated effort. Thanks to their teamwork, two more of the riflemen were rendered incapacitated. As they realized the severity of the situation, the remaining officers made a brief retreat behind cover in order to swap from non lethal to live rounds. Seizing this opportunity, Muerte stuffed the casino chips in his right pocket and stood from his position. Three shielded men had just managed to surround him, noting the crackle of electricity, he knew he had to be careful.

Not taking his chances, he threw a mighty straight kick directly into the shield of the shield of the officer to his immediate left. His arm shattered from the impact of the force. Though the rubber on the sole of his boot protected him from potentially being stunned, he wouldn't have the time to take the same action on the other two men. They had initially been shocked by both his sheer size and physical capability, but they had now completely slipped into their training, moving on instinct alone. Muerte had assumed as much, which is why despite it being the direction of the gunfire, he deemed it a safer option than risking going up against the two officers who could've easily landed a clean blow on him, stunning him and taking him out of the fight.

As the riflemen readied their new armaments, Muerte dashed across the scene, swiping the shield off of the downed officer. Though it wasn't a ballistic shield, he reasoned it might be able to deflect or slow down a stray bullet or two. It wasn't exactly built for someone of his stature though. Hunched behind the shield to protect the mask from danger, Muerte took a token out of his pocket and hurled it at another rifleman. His aim wasn't quite as true under the circumstances, but it connected with the man's right shoulder, similarly flooring him and sprouting his arm from its socket. As Muerte made for his new cover, a leather armchair, one of the rifle rounds hit his shield squarely. It penetrated the plexiglass and slowed down to a halt just below his left shoulder. Muerte groaned in pain as he dropped to the floor behind the luxury chair. Too painful to move his arm, he relinquished the aegis. Pinned down, one armed with nowhere to go, Muerte ducked as low as he could and grabbed the edge of the chair. With great difficulty he pulled at the armrest until he could flip the frame over him, and balanced it on his right shoulder. Gradually as he made this movement more and more of the officers began focusing on him. Two had been firing on him to pin him down, one continued firing at his other target and one was moving in to flank him. Muerte took off at the last one, ramming him head on with the piece of furniture. In shock, three shots were fired at Muerte from the flanking officer, one which was missed, and two at the chair.

The corner of the chair dug into his chest and took him off of his feet. He was carried along with it for several feet before being flung off when Muerte changed direction. In his rampage, Muerte suffered a stray bullet to his right foot after which he tossed the chair in the direction of said threat, whether on purpose or not. He charged into the third target the moment later, still in recovery from his feat of strength. Unable to raise his fist in time he held it firmly across the left side of his chest and collided with the man. His elbow singing with pain after the impact with the hardy vest of his opponent

The two remaining SWAT members tried to react to his suicidal plan but Muerte's efforts made the ensuing battle much easier for the remaining mobsters. Gamahn himself had managed to incapacitate two men with the support of their combined efforts. They began to think they'd won the fight as Muerte ran out of the front doors, continuing his breakneck speed as he stomped through two windows, not bothering to go through the doors.

Backup arrived and pincered the outlaws in. Which left them with no choice but to surrender. Marco, Wallace, Gamahn, Erstol, two Erstol family members and one Gamahn family member found their faces against several uncomfortable surfaces. Grismol the scarred man, along with a few other casino security and the mobsters of both sides were dead, more wounded.
Edited by fridaynightpizza, Dec 31 2017, 11:39 PM.
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If I were to encounter such a monster, I would likely be eaten by it. Because in truth, I am that monster.

Reward Table
Member Name:
fridaynightpizza
Character Name:
Cancion de la Muerte
Standard Reward
3.75 SP, 9.375 RP, 937,500 Jenni
Content Bonus
Exceptional Content (60%)
2.25 SP, 5.625 RP, 562,500 Jenni
Effort Bonus
Extensive Effort (25%)
0.9375 SP, 2.34375 RP, 234,375 Jenni
Event Bonus
X Casino X
3 SP
Mission Bonus:
X
Arc Bonus:
X
Mentorship Bonus
X
Total Rewards: 10 SP, 17 RP, 1,734,375 Jenni
--IC Notes--
Muerte's "escapades" in Chance Town were unfortunately at the expense of the police.
Safe to say, they won't be kind if he shows up again.
--Comments to the Roleplayer--
Never a dull moment here! You did a great job visualizing the casino itself, and Muerte is a simple, fantastic character! I can't wait to see more of what he has to offer!
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Member Name:
Wintermuse
Character Name:
Jacob Mintlane
Standard Reward
2.5 SP, 6.25 RP, 525,000 Jenni
Content Bonus
Great Content (30%)
0.75 SP, 1.875 RP, 157,500 Jenni
Effort Bonus
Notable Effort (10%)
0.25 SP, 0.625 RP, 52,500 Jenni
Event Bonus
X Casino X
3 SP
Mission Bonus:
X
Arc Bonus:
X
Mentorship Bonus
X
Total Rewards: 7 SP, 9 RP, 735,000 Jenni
--IC Notes--
--Comments to the Roleplayer--
I continue to love Jacob's character, and I wish we could've seen more of him here.
Often it seemed he got caught up in events, and didn't show as much of his personality as I was hoping for. Minor complaints aside, this was great fun to read!
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Member Name:
Lejinoss Taibug
Character Name:
Lejinoss Taibug
Standard Reward
1.5 SP, 3.75 RP, 300,000 Jenni
Content Bonus
Excellent Content (45%)
0.675 SP, 1.6875 RP, 135,000 Jenni
Effort Bonus
Great Effort (15%)
0.225 SP, 0.5625 RP, 45,000 Jenni
Event Bonus
X Casino X
1.5 SP
Mission Bonus:
X
Arc Bonus:
X
Mentorship Bonus
X
Total Rewards: 4 SP, 6 RP, 480,000 Jenni
--IC Notes--
--Comments to the Roleplayer--
Oh Leji, you're such an asshole thief, but that's what makes you entertaining. As always, excellent work, Leji's misadventures that frequently end with him worse off, yet still managing to screw over others, are so freakin fun to read! Side note, you were only one post short of the full casino bonus :(
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Member Name:
Magic Wand
Character Name:
Genma Ito
Standard Reward
0.5 SP, 1.25 RP, 100,000 Jenni
Content Bonus
Good Content (15%)
0.075 SP, 0.1875 RP, 15,000 Jenni
Effort Bonus
Good Effort (5%)
.025 SP, .0625 RP, 5,000 Jenni
Event Bonus
X
Mission Bonus:
X
Arc Bonus:
X
Mentorship Bonus
X
Total Rewards: 1 SP, 2 RP, 120,000 Jenni
--IC Notes--
--Comments to the Roleplayer--
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