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Country Club Clobberin'
Topic Started: Nov 14 2012, 12:49 AM (790 Views)
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The Setting...

Pleasant Harbor, a small island in Mid-Ocean.

Shortly after the Rains of Destruction wiped Valua off of the map an enterprising nobleman whose fortunes miraculously survived the devastation relocated his family to the Mid-Oceanic region. They settled on a small island upon which to rebuild their lives.

This reconstruction came in the form of a posh social club meant to cater to the wealthy regardless of their nationality. Well-to-do nobles and merchants from Valua, Nasr and Mid-Ocean flocked to the island of Pleasant Harbor to relieve the tension of their hectic lives. There they were free to bask in the opulence of wealth and the fine weather of the region.

Beneath the bright blue skies the nobles came to play upon the island's 18-hole golf course and dine upon expensive dishes prepared in the clubhouse's kitchens. All of them...except for one.

~

The Set-up...

An unscrupulous businessman by the name of Peter Hausen (aka Sneaky Pete) applied for membership with the Pleasant Harbor social club not too long ago but was promptly denied. Despite all of the money his shady enterprises earned him he was still considered too "low-brow" to be hob-nobbing with the club's more illustrious members.

Sneaky Pete was not the sort of person to let such a slight to his reputation go unpunished. As such he has arranged for a rather impromptu and wholly unwelcome contest to take place at the club as a means of petty revenge for the insult he has suffered.

For the past week flyers have been circulated about the ports and towns in the Mid-Ocean region. These flyers are an invitation to participate in a bare-knuckle boxing bout to take place in a secret location and in front of a live audience. A hefty reward has been offered for the victor in this contest.

The stage has been set, the participants assembled. Now, the fun begins...

~

"So let me get this straight." Annie grumbled across the table to her mysterious contact. "What you're asking me to do is pick a fight with whichever other jabroni you conned into this little hoot-nanny?"

The contact, a shady looking man in a dark suit and glasses, nodded to her with a greasy smile. "More or less, yes. That's it exactly."

"And you want us to raise all of this hell...here?" Annie persisted, gazing about the posh dining room in which the two of them were seated. Even now the room's other occupants were eyeing the two of them with undisguised disdain. Their scrutiny had not gone unnoticed by Annie. "I dunno bub. These stiffs seem a little too hoity-toity for this sort of thing." She added, jerking her thumb towards a well-dressed couple seated at the table behind them.

"Perhaps. But I assure you; this event will be all that was promised." The contact returned in a cool voice that oozed insincerity with every word he spoke.

Annie wasn't buying it though. She knew a con when she saw one. Moons knew she'd arrested enough con-men to recognize one. And she was pretty sure she was in the presence of one right now. "I think I'm gonna have to sit this one out jack. Dunno what you're angle is but I~"

"Say no more." The contact sighed. "It is unfortunate that we couldn't reach an agreement. However..." He paused for a moment to pour Annie a drink. The liquid that sloshed into the crystal goblet in front of her was a deep red, almost purple, like the color of blood. "...at least let me offer you a drink as a gesture of good will."

Annie snatched the goblet up and downed its contents in one long gulp. "Yeah, no hard feelings there chuck." Although she wasn't much of a drinker Annie hadn't eaten lunch yet and she was hoping to wrangle a free meal out of the smooth-talking shyster before they parted ways.

The contact watched her intently with a smug grin on his face as Annie's face turned a bright red. She gasped as the strong drink slid down her throat and lit a fire in her belly. "Whoa...that's some serious rot-gut you got there." She wheezed, pounding on her chest to hasten its journey downward.

"Isn't it though?" The contact smirked. In truth it wasn't liquor at all that Annie had just swallowed. Rather it was a potent elixir brewed with the dust of Red and Purple Moon Stones. Anyone who ingested it would appear to be heavily intoxicated but the brew actually combined a mild Panika effect with a heightened state of aggression brought about by the influence of the Red Moon Stones.

In short Annie was just about to go ape-shit.

"Heeey, I think...I'mma have to change my mind again." Annie slammed the goblet down on the table hard enough to shatter its delicate stem. "I'm feelin' pretty..." She swirled her hands around in the air before her as she struggled to find the right word. "...damn surly all a sudden." She finished.

The contact's smile widened, revealing a shiny set of teeth not unlike those of a shark. "Ah, good to hear. In that case I believe you will find your opponent for this afternoon waiting for you out on the patio." He said, gesturing towards the double doors on the far side of the room.

Annie stood up from the table so suddenly her chair toppled over with a loud crack, startling the couple sitting behind her. "Well then, best to go say 'howdy'. Wouldn't want to keep 'em waitin'." She grinned, cracking her knuckles in anticipation of the fight that she was suddenly looking forward to.

"I wish you the best of luck." The contact said as she stalked off, pausing only long enough to snatch a bottle of expensive champagne from the couple's table, eliciting an indignant protest from the two of them.

~

"It's been such a pleasant afternoon dear." A middle-aged woman clad in an elegant dress cooed as she and her husband made their way back towards the dining room. "We should come here more often I think."

Her husband, a portly man dressed in the finery of a nobleman nodded. "Indeed. Tis good to get away from that dreadful town once in a while. Not since our estate in Upper City was lost have we GYAH!"

The GYAH was an exclamation of surprise and pain. Just as the nobleman was about to open the door for his wife it swung violently open, cracking him across the nose hard enough to knock him to the floor. A second later Annie leapt through it and landed atop the man's chest. She peered about the patio with a glint of magically induced madness in her eyes in search of whoever it was she was supposed to demolish.

"Oh darling!" The woman cried. She stooped to check on her husband and then rose again to try and persuade Annie to remove her feet from his chest. "You dreadful hooligan! How dare you~"

Annie cut the noblewoman off by wrapping her arm about her neck, putting her in a headlock. The noblewoman squealed in fear but Annie paid her no heed. Instead she took a long pull from her bottle and then looked up to address all of the patio's occupants. They were already staring at her in open shock so it wasn't necessary to get their attention.

"The names Annie! And I'm here to drink booze and kick ass!" She yelled. Annie paused to lift the bottle up over her head and tilted her neck back to pour the last few drops of champagne into her mouth. "And I'm all out of booze!" She finished, smashing the bottle across the crown of the noblewoman's head.

The woman fell to the ground next to her husband and Annie trod across her as she stepped out onto the patio. She wielded the broken neck of the champagne bottle like a dagger as she cast about in search of her opponent. With a wild grin she called him out.

"Alright, which one of you panty-waists wants a piece of me?!"

(OOC - The event is underway. This is only the opening round so just intro your character. The action will start with the second posts.)
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No sooner as the Regal Express had docked Ned was on the island and had already made his way to the reception of the building.
With the important parcel under his left arm he walked upto the desk and placed the parcel down.
Such a small delivery was something he would of normally entrusted one of his crew to deal with but this small parcel was personal.
He took a quick glance down at it, a slight look of anger in his eyes.

There on the parcel was this building's address yet there was no return address or anything to say where it had come from.
''Can I help you sir?'' The man behind the desk came over to Ned as if he was not expecting any deliveries today.

''Parcel for Miss Oakshot.'' Ned placed his hand on top of the parcel while using his other hand to take place his clip board onto the desk.

''Miss Oakshot?'' The man glanced down at what looked like a guest list.
''I'm sorry but we don't have anyone by that name.''
He smiled at Ned then used his hand to motion towards the door.

''Do you see this?'' Ned moved his hand out of the way of the parcel's label.
''Is this not the address of this building?''

The man could only smile back as he gave a nod.
''Indeed it is sir, but there is no Miss Oakshot here.

''Then there is a problem.'' Med said as he moved in closer to the man.
His almost emotionless eyes locked onto his as he tapped his finger against the clip board.

''Well sir maybe she has yet to arrive? If you would like to leave it here I'll be sure to hand it over.''
The suited man reached out with his hands towards the parcel.

As soon as he started to move his hands Ned took the parcel in a flash from the desk.
''I need a signature.'' He picked up his clip board and attached it to his belt.

''I would be glad to sign for...'' The man was cut off by Ned as he raised his hand to stop him.

''Is your name Oakshot?'' He paused but the man could only shack his head.
Ned Colman then looked around the reception and seeing that the place was indeed a busy one.
That was when he spotted the patio outside with people enjoying some food.

''I'll wait, but if this parcel is not signed for soon then you will have a problem.''
Ned turned his back on the man and made his way towards the patio.

~

Colman had made his way across the patio towards the back where he could look out across the skies at his ship.
As it was it was almost time for his break and knowing his crew where using this stop to eat he decided to order some food.
He placed the parcel down on the table and stared at the space which should have a return address for a moment.

He was not going to leave without getting to the bottom of this.
Someone had messed his day up by forgetting to add that small addition to this package.
If this Miss Oakshot doesn't turn up then the parcel would have to go all the way to head office in Valua where he would have to fill out an unwelcome amount of paper work.
The thought of this was starting to anger Ned as he was more of a hand's on person with his job and the last thing he want's is undeliverable mail.

However he had always pride himself on being professional and managed to keep his cool.
The waiter came over and took his order and as soon as he had gone again Ned reached into one of his uniform's many pockets and pulled out a note, one that was found with the parcel.
Before reading it again he remembered how the parcel ended up with him to start with.

It was only a few hours ago, not far from this very island when while docked a strange man in a black suit had handed the package to one of Ned's crew in a hurry before disappearing.
That was another thing that had caused Ned to rage inside, the package was not given to Regal Co in the right way.

Yet again however he managed to keep his cool.
Ned opened the note and read it to himself once again in his mind.
'Please see that Miss Oakshot receives this parcel. I trust that you will manage this delivery as she is one to play games and not want to receive things just to mess around with the Regal system.'

The paper looked like it had already been scrunched up once or twice already and in fact it had been.
This was the biggest problem with this delivery.
someone who wanted to mess around with the way the Regal Co delivers parcels.
This Oakshot want's to waste his time while he runs around after her.
Ned knew if it was anyone else they would of left the parcel at the front desk or not bothered at all and ditch it all together.

In truth what Ned did not know was that the package only contained stones, simple everyday stones and nothing else.
Annie Oakshot did not know anything about it as the parcel was not important at all.
It was only used to get Ned to this location, to set him up for a fight with the person in question.
The very same man who had handed his crew the package was right now inside with Annie.

~

The waiter returned shortly and placed a plat of food down in front of Ned.
''Here you go sir.'' He then reached for a glass that he also had and placed it next to the food.

''I did not order a drink.'' Ned was quick to correct this mistake.

''Oh no sir.'' The waiter said as he picked up a small sheet of paper from his tray.
''Complements from someone who wishes to stay anonymous.''
The waiter put the paper down on his tray and handed Ned a napkin.
''He says thank you for doing such a good job with delivering his package.''
The waiter then turned and walked away.

''Oh he did did he?'' Ned raised an eyebrow as he held up the deep red drink.
''In that case I will be having words.''

Colman downed the drink then stood up, forgetting his food as now all he wanted was to find this man and correct his lousy work on the parcel.
Yet as he stood up a sharp pain hit his stomach causing his to sit right back down.

All of the day's thoughts rushed around in his head, handing the package over in the wrong manner, no return address, knowing the receiver would mess around and not be there on time.
Ned slammed his fists down against the table sending his food tumbling to the floor.
Yet no one pay him any attention as they where already distracted by the girl bursting onto the patio.

"Alright, which one of you panty-waists wants a piece of me?!"
The girl called out as she waved a broken bottle in her hand.

Ned stood up as he locked his eyes on her.
With the parcel in his hand he took a hold of the umbrella in his table and pushed it to one side, sliding the table away from him so he could see this girl from across the patio.
''Are you Miss Oakshot!?'' He yelled as he held the package above his head, using his other hand to point at it.
''I have something for you!'' Then, unlike himself he dropped the parcel from it's height, letting it smash against the ground at his feet.
Both his hands became fists as he lowered his arms to his side.
''Special delivery!'' He yelled across at Annie.
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"I'm sorry sir, you have to leave those at the door," the bouncer said flatly, staring down at the ragged old man with a neutral expression. "All of them."

"Stupid policy if you ask me," the old man retorted, glaring back up. The bouncer was built like a brick shithouse and likely was as intelligent as one, but that also gave him a brutish adherence to the rules the old man couldn't overcome without violence. In the end he sighed and began disarming, a lengthy process: pistol, chainsaw, magic glyphs, a small variety of grenades and healing items. He drew the line at a selection of tools, though. "I need these," he insisted, waving at his legs.

The bouncer shrugged apathetically. "Go on in," he replied dully, already losing interest as the old man went past, feeling naked without all his gear; he'd even been forced to shuck the treated leather armor he wore when going outside!

"Better be damn good drinks," he groused, looking around. He'd been invited here, and by the Moons he'd see it through! "So where's that fellow..."

The fellow found him first, though. "Stalsmark, right?" a smarmy voice said from behind. "Viktor Stalsmark?"

"That's von Stalsmark, if it please you," Viktor replied imperiously, his insectoid legs whirring as he turned to see who had addressed him. He beheld a greasy-looking man who looked like a used boat salesman from Maramba, save he wore Mid-Ocean fashions and had an insincere grin. "What's the meaning of this?"

"You saw the fliers, yes?" the man purred, rubbing his hands together noisily. "You accepted the invitation? A man of your talent will be greatly appreciated, oh yes..."

"Enough backtalk, tell me what's to be done!" Viktor insisted, starting to lose his cool. "Never mind, I have to use the restroom," and he whirled about without waiting for a reply, heading for where the signs indicated the restrooms were.

Despite the rudeness, the greasy man's smile only widened. "Oh yes, you'll do quite well indeed..." he murmured as he watched the scientists walk off, rubbing his hands more vigorously yet.

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Viktor did his business and washed his hands, regarding himself in the mirror briefly. For a man nearly eighty he was in good shape, he decided; his blue eyes were still sharp and his hair was still long and thick and white as snow (or it would be if it was properly cleaned), and there were more scars than wrinkles on his face. He grimaced when he saw where his gear usually rode, although he had to admit he felt much lighter without it. He wore patched black jeans that were older than the current Emperor, a stained white shirt with striped suspenders and a long lab coat, many-pocketed and criss-crossed inside with straps and bandoleers; all he carried were the tools he needed for his legs.

He wore no shoes; the rubber-soled metal feet of his insectoid yellow legs were on sight for all to see.

As he wandered back out he was intercepted by a waiter. "Compliments of the house," the man said smoothly, holding out a glass of some reddish-purple drink, "and may I escort you to your seat? The show is about to begin." Viktor was still somewhat put off, but he downed the glass without thinking and followed the black-garbed manservant, although halfway there he swayed and clapped a hand to his forehead.

"Don't feel s' good," he muttered, stumbling against the wall. "Hrr... strong damn shit..." Dimly he heard the sound of a fight revving up, people screaming and other people shouting out their challenges; abruptly he felt like taking them all, and the dizziness fell away like a cloak as he straightened. "I feel great!" he declared with a manic laugh, as he dashed for the patio. He kicked the doors open and stood for a second, looking out across the way.

Two people seemed to be in the thick of it; a woman, hardly more than a girl in Viktor's estimate, and a much older fellow that looked like a messenger boy. "Who wants some?!" the old engineer yelled as he advanced on the other two, his metal legs leaving gouges in the floor.
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(OOC - Things are going to get pretty chaotic now. With everyone beating the hell out of each other there's no real way to keep this under control. So just be reasonable and have fun with it.)

"Oh, I've got somethin' for you too sucker!" Annie screamed at Ned. She darted across the patio, shoving anyone in her path aside, until she reached the deliveryman. The infuriated bounty hunter didn't slow up at all during her charge. Rather she launched herself bodily at him and drove him to the ground beneath her weight.

Annie punched Ned in the face a couple of times before grabbing a handful of his beard. She used the curly red hair to lift his head up only to bang it against the floor over and over. Finally she stumbled off of him and took a look around. "Now where was that..." She muttered. Her eyes focused on the box Ned had dropped earlier. It was now being held by a stunned waiter nearby.

"Hey jack-wagon! Gimme that!" Annie yelled. The waiter trembled nervously and held the box out at arm's length as if it was about to bite him. Annie snatched it and tore it open. "What the....who the hell....it's just rocks! A box of @#$&ing rocks dammit!" She cried. The potion was pushing her already unstable mental state a little too far over the edge, causing her normally spastic reactions to become even more violent and unreasonable than ever.

Just as the waiter was about to received a horrendous beatdown someone else arrived to distract Annie. "Who wants some?!" A disheveled looking old man yelled across the deck. He looked like he was also spoiling for a fight. Annie was only too happy to oblige him.

"Some? I want it all baby!" Annie yelled, tossing the box of rocks at Viktor's head. The top of the box had already been open so the rocks it contained spread out from it in mid-flight. It wasn't a serious attack, more a part of her tantrum than anything, but it'd at least make Viktor duck.

Annie was not at all satisfied with her lackluster bombardment so she cast about for something else to lob Viktor's way. The waiter was still standing nearby, obviously stunned motionless by the violent display, so she whirled around and snatched the silver serving tray out of his hands. As an afterthought Annie bashed the waiter across the face with the tray, knocking him unconscious, before she hurled it like a frisbee at Viktor as well.

By now the people who had been eating a pleasant lunch on the patio only moments earlier had all retreated to the periphery of the area. They were all obviously frightened yet unable to look away from the violent yet fascinating spectacle unfolding before there eyes.

Annie dashed across the patio and leapt atop one of the vacated tables, frightening a young couple who were taking shelter beneath it. She reached down and plucked a koketa drumstick from one of the plates sitting atop the table and took a bite from it.

"Whoooo! This is the best shindig I've been to in a huskra's age!" Annie crowed, raising her drumstick like a banner of triumph. "C'mon boys, let's get this mother on!"
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With the drink still taking effecting Ned's mind his blind rage caused him to stand his ground as the young girl charged at him.
Before he knew what was going on he found himself on his back with a sharp pain across his face as if he had been punched a few times.
As he opened his eyes he saw Annie grab his beard as she slammed his head back onto the ground.

Ned turned his head as Annie walked away from him towards the parcel that had been picked up by a waiter.
He did not move for a while as he watched Annie open the package, the one that she had yet to sign for.
Not only that by she started to toss the contents of the box across the patio but why was past Ned as all he could do was stare at the damaged box.

He slowly sat up before crawling towards the opened package that the girl had tossed across the area.
''She did not sign...'' He muttered as he picked up the box, staring at it and not paying any attention to the fact she was now engaged in fight with another new comer to this battle.
''She did not sign for this, but she opened it!'' His voice got a little louder.

''You better hurry sir.'' Another waiter pointed towards where the other guests where running to.

Ned stood up and grabbed the waiter by his collar.
''SHE DID NOT SIGN FOR THIS!!'' He yelled in the man's face as he shoved the opened box over his head.
With the waiter still in his grasp he turned to see Annie standing on top of a table tucking into a drumstick.

''You forgot, we specially deal in air mail!'' Ned yelled across to the girl as he raised his arm and tossed the box wearing waiter towards the table she was standing on.

As the waiter plummet onto of the table and chairs that Annie was on top off Ned caught sight of the other man who Annie had attacked.
Close by to him where the rocks from the package which Annie had tossed at him before hand.
Now under normal circumstances Ned would of helped pick them up and repackage them with a note of apology, but not today.
The drink had too much of an aggressive effect on him and all he saw where the contents of the parcel with someone who it was not destined to be delivered to.

Colman reached out and picked up one of the umbrellas, snapping of the head to use it as a make shift club.
''That's not yours.'' He pointed his club at the rocks as he ran upto Viktor, taking a swing at his head with the club.
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"Then you're gonna get it all," Viktor growled as he stalked forward, hands flexing in preparation. He rarely cut his nails, and at the moment they were long and dirty and probably had some nasty residues left over from whatever he'd been experimenting on. Perfect for gouging out eyes or leaving ugly infections behind!

He saw her pick up a box and lob it at him, and he threw up an arm to shield his eyes; the pebbles clattered harmlessly against his body, and the box bounced ineffectually off his chest to land on the floor. "You call that an attack?!" the old man yelled, stalking forward some more until the girl found a silver platter; bashing it on the waiter put a dent in it and robbed it of some aerodynamics, but it still caught Viktor by surprise and it smacked him squarely in the chest again.

"Oof!" he grunted as the impact knocked his breath away and he stumbled a few steps back, rubbing at his chest as he coughed and gasped for breath. "You'll PAY for that!" he shouted, moving forward once more, looking for something, anything, to move in with; he saw the other fellow pick up a waiter and launch him bodily across the room, and since it was such a fine idea Viktor did likewise, grabbing a fleeing young woman by the neck and launching her in Annie's direction too.

He glanced to one side, just as Ned decided to swing an umbrella at his head. Viktor didn't even blink; he caught the makeshift weapon in one hand and in a display of inhuman agility brought a clawed metal foot up for a vicious roundhouse kick, once more knocking the courier to the floor. "Miserable fool," he taunted, throwing the umbrella at Annie and turning to Ned.

Forgetting all about Annie for the moment, Viktor pounced on Ned, planting a hefty metal foot on his chest. "You get to die first, boy," he said threateningly, trailing off on a wheezing series of giggles as he leaned down harder on Coleman's chest. With all his implants Viktor weighed well over two hundred pounds despite his scrawny appearance, and the claws on his foot left shallow gouges in Ned's clothing.

Slowly he increased the pressure and weight, his mad blue eyes boring into those of his victim's as he giggled and wheezed. He didn't miss his normal weapons at all; the angry fog over his normally sharp mind ensuring nothing but a dim maliciousness that only wanted to kill and torture and maim. Unfortunately, with all his focus on Ned he was wide open for an attack from Annie; why, he even had his back to her, of all the foolishness.

An invitation if ever there was one!
Edited by The Karlminion, Nov 24 2012, 11:18 PM.
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"Ha hahahaaa!" Annie cackled as she leapt up to avoid being struck by the unfortunate fellow that Ned had launched in her direction. The man slid across the top of the table, taking an assortment of plates and glasses with him, before crashing to the ground on the other side.

"Hahahaaa....hyaaaa!" Annie screamed when she realized that she would not be able to avoid the woman Viktor had thrown at her. While she was in mid-air Annie's feet were struck by the woman's body, tripping her up as she began to descend. The woman landed on top of the table with Annie crashing down atop her a second later. Their combined weight coupled with the impact shattered the table's legs and both of them were dumped unceremoniously to the floor.

Annie crawled off of the woman and rose to her knees. "Ow...dammit. There'll be hell to pay for this just as soon as my head quits hurting." She groaned, massaging the lump that was beginning to form on her forehead. Annie glanced up and located the old man who'd done the damage and her lips twisted into a snarl of rage.

In a heartbeat Annie was back on her feet. She dashed straight at Viktor, grabbing a chair along the way. "Have a seat!" She screamed as she swung the wooden chair into his back as hard as she could, knocking him off of Ned and sending him sprawling to the floor.

The chair shattered under the impact. leaving two broken legs clutched in Annie's sweaty grip. She was about to use them both to wail on Viktor when she chanced to look down and spot Ned still lying on the ground. "You again?!" Annie growled. Not one to pass up on opportunity like this she fell down atop Ned and delivered an elbow drop to his chest.

As Annie was hoisted herself up off of Ned's chest she spotted a well-dressed nobleman crawling across the floor a short distance away. He was obviously trying to keep from being noticed while making his way towards the exit. With a feisty grin Annie trotted forward and leapt upon his back.

"Get a move on little dawgie!" Annie yelled, swatting his ass with the broken table leg. The nobleman screamed and scuttled forward all the quicker while Annie laughed her ass off the whole way.
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"You again?!" Ned could make out the young girl's voice as he opened his eyes.
From attacking the old man and ending up on the ground he had no idea how he got there.
The effect of the drink had caused him to miss judge his swing, allowing Viktor to knock over the large Regal Co employee onto his back.

Just then Annie struck at his chest with her elbow which caused Ned to take a swipe at her but as his fist struck out she had already gone, chasing after another unfortunate soul.
As Colman picked himself up he placed his hand against his head, he knew something was not right but right now he just wanted to chase after Annie and get her to sign for her parcel along with a Regal Co complementary fist in her face.
As he stood up he noticed the old man Viktor on the ground near to him.

Ned then remembered that he had kicked him down which he was not at all happy about.
''You messed with the wrong Guy.'' Ned picked Viktor up of the ground by the scruff of his neck and held him just inches off the ground.
''Delivery boy?'' Ned suddenly recalled something Viktor had said.
''I'm a Delivery man!'' As Ned spoke in anger he thrust his head and bashed it against Viktor's skull.

Thanks to years of shifting large metal crates around his ship Ned was no push over when it came down to a brawl which showed as he held Viktor out in front of him.
He did not notice the pain in his head from the attack as the drink was causing his anger to take over all else.

He took a quick glance over at Annie.
''So your the one.'' He muttered to himself, connecting Viktor with Annie as the one who sent her the incomplete package.

''You forgot something!'' Ned yelled out, hoping to catch Annie's attention.
With one hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a stamp which he hit against one of Viktor's metal legs.
The red writing did not show up that well but as long as Ned knew it was there he was happy.

He then let go of his grip on Viktor only to let him fall down so that he could grab both his metal legs, then with a swing of his arms he flung the old man towards Annie.
In doing so calling out the message of the stamp,
''Return to sender!!'' He yelled out in his rage.
Edited by Daiohma, Nov 29 2012, 06:04 PM.
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Viktor had just been about to crush the old fellow's chest into bloody paste when something shattered against his back, knocking him to the floor and stunning him briefly. "Huh?" he demanded groggily, the angry potion unable to counteract the pain and dizziness of the blow. He cringed as Annie prepared to beat on him with the remnants of the chair, but then she changed her mind and went after Ned instead. Then she chased after some random fop! Silly girl.

But the old engineer had other things to worry about, namely a pissed off old delivery boy. "Huh?" he repeated, having sense enough to turn his head so Ned's skullbash struck the thicker parts of it rather than directly in front. "Still a boy... boy," he slurred with a grin, showing off his discolored teeth. "Gonna kick yer ass, boy." The pain was receding now as the potion reasserted itself, and Viktor welcomed the fury as it displaced the fuzziness in his head.

Viktor was no pushover either when it came to a fight even without his weapons, due not only to his metal bits but to over half a century of wrestling with his own creations, sometimes literally. Valua owed more than it would ever acknowledge to the old inventor, which sometimes grated on him but he tried to ignore it. Getting into fights was fun enough, especially when your opponents could show pain and reacted unpredictably!

In any event Viktor felt his faculties returning, just as Ned was preparing to launch him across the room. Being upside down didn't bother him any worse than having a chair smashed over his back, and he was ready when Ned finally did it, twisting his body in midair and using his momentum for a devastating flying roundhouse kick in Annie's direction. He'd never tried it before, but had seen it in books! That counted, right?

With a grunt he picked himself up off of her, saw a bottle of red wine and snatched it up. "Look out, boy!" he yelled, dashing back toward Ned. His metal legs gave him inhuman speed, and he was in Ned's face quickly, rearing back and smashing the wine bottle on the side of his head. Spilled wine and shards of glass went everywhere as Viktor adjusted his grip on the bottle neck, holding it jagged side down like a dagger, and with his other hand he seized Ned's throat and squeezed.

"Die already!" he ranted, jamming a metal knee into the other man's crotch and preparing to stab him over and over with the broken bottle. "See how you like being stunned and beaten on for a change!"
Edited by The Karlminion, Dec 2 2012, 05:38 PM.
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(OOC - We're all bending the rules with this thing but let's stick to #1 at least. Review it here if you need to.)

"Hi-ho Fancy Pants! Hyaaaa!" Annie was so busy riding the nobleman like a mechanical bull that she didn't see Viktor come flying towards her. His metal foot clock her hard in the shoulder and toppled her from atop the fellow. With a squeal of panic the nobleman scurried away. Annie lay on her side, clutching her wounded arm for a moment. "That crotchety old fart...." She gasped, wincing as her fingers probed the point of impact. No broken bones but it'd leave one honey of a bruise.

Annie clambered to her feet in time to see Viktor and Ned were struggling with one another. The pain in her shoulder was already subsiding into a dull ache and the potion she'd drunk seemed to be refilling her with energy already. "Let's get this rodeo back on track!" Annie yelled, pawing the ground with one boot while holding her index fingers to either side of her head like a pair of bull's horns.

In one sudden rush of motion Annie launched herself towards the two men and barreled into them at full steam. All three of them went down in a heap with Annie on top. "Boys! Did you say boys?" She yelled at Viktor while taking hold of a mechanical leg in each hand. "How are yours doin' ya old geezer?" Annie's foot came down hard on Viktor's crotch. She leered down at him sadistically as she ground her boot's heel into his nuts.

Lowering herself down on top of the two men Annie reached down to grab Ned by the collar of the shirt and dragged him up next to Viktor. Her hands grabbed each one by the side of the head and brought them crashing together. "Why..." She muttered, bashing their heads together again. "Can't we..." Again Ned's head smashed into Viktor's. "All...just..." Their heads collided a fourth time. "GET....a drink!"

Annie dropped the two men the moment she spotted a bartender cowering in the corner of the patio. "Hey suck-nut! Bring your soggy ass over here!" She yelled at him, motioning for him to come over to where she was. The bartender shook his head nervously, looking as if he was about to attempt to burrow through the wall and disappear.

"Good help is so hard to find." Annie sighed, still seating on top of the two men.
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